sometimes things are just meant to stay broken, un repaired. gathering dust on past memories, but never truly forgetting, only living without.

new things taking space of old thoughts. transforming into something just as beautiful but not as rewarding as it was the first time.

leaving them behind for they arent what they used to be
shattered and indifferent to the sounds of intertwined heart beats.

something that once fit perfectly. now to many sizes to small.
set off to the side for anew.

Goodbye. I loved you.