you live every memory twice
The second time is always the hardest
taking a pocket knife
and carving yourself out of all the old pictures
scraping all of the ‘ands’ out from between her and I
itll be okay
you'll soon run out of memories to forget
the list of places with her voice will start to fade the echos of her smile will stop showing up on empty walls
youll be okay
keep flipping through your old photo album together
cut a line between you and her
turn the page
stop making empty spots in your heart for memories to never fill
close the book
end the chapter
there is nothing left for you but a stranger in places you’ve never been.