I am glad I went through that box.
You see,
most of our memories were not paper.
were not tangible.
I kept the things that preserved
the energy of the beginning.
Our love in its rawest, truest form.
a ticket stub
a photo booth picture reel
a necklace
a chunk of amethyst
a metal rose
Gifts and trinkets that reveal
the purity of our love.
This is how I choose to remember you.
Not the last 6 months,
but the first 6 months.
Some day,
I will understand why.
For now,
this is my final goodbye.
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Bare Bones
PoetryA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
