She is gripping her favorite lipstick
It was a gift from one of his trips
And she is asking herself on repeat
‘Should I still be holding onto it?’
She puts down the fork and the knife
on her plate
It was their favorite diner to date
And she whispers to no one
‘Am I really done?’
She is sitting on top of a hill
On the bench where they used to
chill
And she stares at the sunset looking
drawn
‘Shouldn’t I, too, move on?’
She puts her headphones on
It is his favorite classical song
She presses the square-shaped
symbol and let out a sob
‘This needs to stop.’
She is staring at her screen
They are their vacation pictures on
the scene
And on one click, the screen proposes
‘Erase all?’ or ‘Close?’
She is petting a bird
It was their lovely baby parrot
And she opens the cage door
‘I am ready to let go.’