You see,
I ran out of flower petals about a week ago.
I received the saddest letter of my life that same day.

The end absent of x's or o's.

I can't stand the sight of Cheerios,
because those were his favorite.
And I can't bring myself to throw his old box away.
I guess I'll just save it.

Let it sit on top of the fridge.

My mind won't let him go.
And everything I wear to bed is his.

The possibility of him coming back,
Prevents me from moving forward.
And I swear if I could,
I would rewind time.

And make love to him a little slower.

I wish his mind came equipped with subtitles.
Or instructions on exactly how to love him.

I cared for him, I shared with him, and I adored him.

Exactly in that order.

I still wish that I was it for him.
My heart fit for his.
I wish that he had never stopped loving me.
But I heard that love has no past tense,
So I suppose he never did.