on the day that she left
being alone in these sheets,
with a deep empty sigh
i know to myself
that she’s not coming back
i just stayed
i just clinged
i just grasped
not in the hopes of a comeback
but for the foundation that we built
for the time that we spent
for the cigarettes we burned
for the hugs that got tighter every time
for our memories;
for my memories of her,
the only thing that’s left,
the only thing that i can keep
—perpetually.