I can fold your sweatshirt into
a tidy package and send it back
across state lines
but what do I do with the memories?

I long to return the feeling of your arms around me as you sleep.
I can pack away the necklace you gave me
but when rain falls, its music speaks your name

When will the summer air stop tasting of you, too?

i love the way u wrote poems for me
i love the way u smiled and laughed with me
i love the way u protect and comfort me
i love the way u gaze into my eyes
i love the way u take longer routes just to spend more time with me
i love the way u trusted me
i love the way u were loyal and committed to me
i love the way u cared and helped me
i love the way u change for the better
i love the way u sang songs for me
i love the way u whispered i love u to me
but i hate the way u left me

perhaps we burned so fiercely
that even our best efforts
couldn't quench the flames.

Esther L. Krenzin

There will come a time when the night air
won’t send chills down my spine
for it will no longer whisper your name.

I will stop telling stories about you,
for the moon has grew tired of hearing them
and weariness is an awful thing to feel.

The stars would appear
brighter than your eyes,
and I would hear lullabies again.

The winds would be warm,
the seas won’t crash waves,
and I will no longer drown.

I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you

fall in love with someone
who treats your scars
like birthmarks

you know it's bad
when i would rather deal with my unmedicated depression
than this loss of you.
-a.c.b

i told you not to make promises you can't keep
yet you still swore to me
you were in this for the forever.
you promised me you wouldn't leave,
and then you left.
should i even be surprised?
they've always left.
-a.c.b