For one last time,
I took what I had left of you,
The pictures of our best moments,
Holding it ever so tightly to my chest,
Smiling as my heart ached,
A reminder of how once your warmth felt against mine,
and
There it goes shackled in my drawer to be left untouched,
Time to write a new story,
One without you.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC
For one last time,
I took what I had left of you,
The pictures of our best moments,
Holding it ever so tightly to my chest,
Smiling as my heart ached,
A reminder of how once your warmth felt against mine,
and
There it goes shackled in my drawer to be left untouched,
Time to write a new story,
One without you.
