The space between us has meant everything and nothing
The space that we shared meant everything
That room has our feelings gently sewn to it
The pillow
The fleece
Even the leggins you were wearing
They will never mean the same thing
They will mean more
And I love that
But I remember the other side of it now
I remember getting rid of the stuff
That will never mean the same thing
I remember conversations about the habits and objects
That will never mean the same thing
Because they mean more
We have to let them go
I can picture us not so gently stitching together
And I can feel why you were scared
YOU ARE READING
for now
Poetrypoems for this time and to an incredibly beautiful girl. a reminder that people are mostly good. feelings are mostly good. life is good and life changes every day. Feelings protect you, and it's okay not to be okay.
