I smoked all of your stale cigarettes and I wore your t shirt until the scent of your cologne was gone and then I drank every last drop of the alcohol you left behind until every memory I had of you and more had disappeared. but I'm keeping the empty cigarette packet, the bottles and your t shirt in a shoe box in the furthest corner under my bed; I'm keeping train tickets and old photos and I'm keeping the love letters that never meant anything to you. I'm torn between wanting everything about you gone and needing memories of you to keep myself sane.