I will delete the pictures, delete the messages, delete the entirety of the reasons I fell in love with you; I’ll delete the poems, the late night whispers, the kisses, the print of your fingertips marking my body, delete the tears,
the nights I spent alone wishing you were here,
crumbling beneath me,
dismantling the pain,
melting the mornings and nights into subdued shades of dusk
and dawn
and rain
where between twilight hours
you’d gaze into my eyes and find the stars and the sun
all entwined
as one.
I will delete all evidence of my heart breaking.