You wrote me a letter, and I've kept it until now. It sits in the cabinets of my dresser tucked underneath my socks and that one pair of matching ones we bought at the flea market on a Sunday. I don't want to remember it, but at the same time, I do for it's like a small piece of you stays with me. A small piece of my heart that was missing until I found you. And I know you've moved on, she's something I could never be. She gives you a love that I could never have but, let me keep you tucked away in the pockets of my jean shorts. In the hollows of my mind. The memories aren't gone for I sat on our usual bench today. I want to remember the good things we had; I want to wish you would have stayed.