the scent of you, i still look for
in places we used to go
breathe it in, like the pain
of the things
i was never supposed to know
the thought of you, still floods my heart
like an overflowing creek
i open letters from a few years back
and all of it
still means so much to me
you taught me to love
but never how to quit
i remembered you
and i still love you
but maybe that's why museums exist
maybe
to see one thing related to the person
and to suddenly remember
everything you used to do
but darling, how could i forget
when everything i see
is a reminder of you?