One of these days,
you'll be in places
where you and him
once had been;

The chair he once occupied,
the window that
once reflected him
stealing glances of you
when you smiled,
the tissue he once used
to scribble your names
with a heart in between;

These pictures
will strip the memories
you'd fought to conceal,
and will bring you back
to the very place
where he left his marks---
your heart.

- qyf