I trace photograph with shaky fingers
Scent on ***** laundry no longer lingers
Name on repeat spinning in my head
I choke on thousands of words I wish I would have said
Hope to wake tomorrow to revelation that none of this is real
If this isn't just a bad dream don't think I can deal
I can't take silence coursing through these empty rooms
A garden of agony and regret relentlessly blooms
I do not know how to care about myself the way you did
So I bottle self-loathing and seal it with a lid
Writing "why?" in cursive in all my notebook pages
Composure maintained
Emotions in cages
I release sigh and kiss loneliness goodnight
More than your memory needed to hold in arms so tight