the first time you left i remember i wanted to
preserve as much of you as i could.
i would wear your shirts to bed
and look at old pictures.
Now that you're gone again i cant wait for
the day all the cells in my body are replaced
so i can say i was never touched by you.
looking at pictures makes me sick
to think that i was so blind.
and if you hadn't taken all your clothes
home a week ago i would've burned
them by now
in hopes to get every trace of you
out of my sight.