catharsis.

traces.

I keep traces of you everywhere.

In a hoodie hidden in my closet. In a bottle of perfume stashed in my drawer. In the rose gold ring sitting in the black and gold concrete dish on my desk.

In the polaroids tucked away in their albums. In the stickers pasted on the top of my notebook. In the countless pictures of us in my phone that hurt me every time I look at them.

In the pink shoelace bracelet I keep inside a black leather jewellery box. In the withered rose I keep above my bed. In an old shirt that you couldn't wear anymore, folded and put away.

I keep traces of you everywhere –

but only because it pains me to have you anywhere but here.