“I’m sorry I let time get away from me.”

*******.
You want to know that I still think about you.
You want to know that I still wear your shirt.
You want to know that I still have our pictures saved on my phone
(And that I still scroll through them every so often).
Well, congratulations.
I do.

But you don’t deserve to know.
And I didn’t realize it, but in time,
Your shirt would sit untouched in my drawer.
I would delete every last one of our pictures,
And your name would cross my mind,
But not nearly as often.
You don’t get to win.
I do.