your smell still lingers
in the depths of my nostrils
your touch still ever present
in the palm of my hands

but you have moved on
your eyes a glistening black
but you are happy
and that is all that matters

two years later
i still think of the times we had
two years later
i still think of what ifs

to me
you were precious
to me
we were infinite

all is gone
all is said
all is left
all is done

when will we learn
to move on
*when will we learn
to let go?