Our love was a scrapbook
you took pictures of everything
you said you loved the freckle on my jaw
or my fingers that never stopped moving
do you remember when we went to the park
and you told me that
the wildflowers dulled in comparison
to my lips?
I remember kissing your forehead
and the tips of your fingers
as you told me your secret plans
to invent a guardian
for all the sad children
when you told me you loved me
the hairs on the back of my neck stood up
and my mind stopped functioning
I loved you quietly
with happiness thrilling in my bones
but now you have left
moved away
and sorrow has filled the space
your arms made around me