When she leaves
she will take every bit of herself
stuff it inside of her suit case and leave the front door open
all that you will be left with is a faint essence her,
the wrinkles and the weakest scent she left on your pillow.
when she leaves
she will leave nothing but strands of her hair on the floor
like a trail of bread crumbs
it reminds you that it is finished
that it’s done.
Tho she is gone and took everything with her
you will remember her.
The hoodie that you lent her will ask you where she went
The blankets that used to keep the fire that was once
you and her, will ask you why it has suddenly turned cold.
The cup she used to drink her coffee from in the morning
will have traces of her lips,
it keeps it safe, as a reminder
that all good things come to an end.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
When she leaves
she will take every bit of herself
stuff it inside of her suit case and leave the front door open
all that you will be left with is a faint essence her,
the wrinkles and the weakest scent she left on your pillow.
when she leaves
she will leave nothing but strands of her hair on the floor
like a trail of bread crumbs
it reminds you that it is finished
that it’s done.
Tho she is gone and took everything with her
you will remember her.
The hoodie that you lent her will ask you where she went
The blankets that used to keep the fire that was once
you and her, will ask you why it has suddenly turned cold.
The cup she used to drink her coffee from in the morning
will have traces of her lips,
it keeps it safe, as a reminder
that all good things come to an end.
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