To say I've erased every single evidence of you,
is a big fat lie.
My Instagram's archive would remind me,
every year without fail,
how you became part of my life that night.
A memory I could never delete.
Does yours remind you of me too?
Because,
I'm clinging onto the very last evidence,
that you once,
happened.
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 11:29 PM UTC
To say I've erased every single evidence of you,
is a big fat lie.
My Instagram's archive would remind me,
every year without fail,
how you became part of my life that night.
A memory I could never delete.
Does yours remind you of me too?
Because,
I'm clinging onto the very last evidence,
that you once,
happened.
