She* still owns
space
time
insecurities
and memories

She still owns
beautiful poems
perfect pictures
faded films
and a lovely voice

She still owns
the smile on your lips
the crinkle on your eyes
the follows on your page
the way you touch

She is
but
all the ones
that you thought
were the one

For

She, still owns
that space in your heart
that I'll never live in