i find little pieces of you sometimes
in an old coat pocket
or a certain lotion i wore that you loved
or a certain shirt that i would wear when we were together
i have those things
in my little pockets
my pockets i put my life in
but you, the pocket of life that was filled with you,
it's faded
and worn out
and it's ripping right down the seams
because that's how you left me
you left me in shreds
