how will i prove
the love that
still pines
for you?

a mixtape
filled with
all the songs
we know
by heart
and sing
at the top
of our lungs

photographs
you took of me
smiling shyly
at the
lens

flowers
that we planted
together
that grew
in every corner
of my garden

ticket stubs
from when i
remember you
were so scared
of heights so
i never let go
of your hand
in mine

an exhibit
of the things
i collected
from all the
places
we have gone
to

unsent letters
that kept
my spilled words
about every
thing
that I
felt about you

myself
with this thing
inside me
too tired and beaten up
to beat
perpetually
but never
failed
to work
helplessly