I play songs from
Christina Perri
and lie in bed.

Tears fall as
I look through your photos
again and again.

One by one
they evoke those memories
that cringe in my heart followed.

I could hear your voice
"Don't give up on me,"
you said.

"I won't,"
I whispered
only to hear my own echo.

Because you're not here anymore.
It's too late.