Aug 2019
and you were just there
sitting at the corner of my cabinet
in a box
full of photographs
wrapped in cinders
trapped inside are the memories
that will forever be treasured
sitting at the corner of my cabinet
in a box
full of photographs
wrapped in cinders
trapped inside are the memories
that will forever be treasured
I wrote this poem qhile crying on my bedroom floor. I found out my mom threw that memory box i had with my ex's memories with me. It was a heartbreaking moment for me that is why this piece was written
