Tattered pages throw aside and I found
a crumpled creased snapshot
of you folded beneath the weight of
all my books, in the bottom of the
pink bag I carry on my shoulders.
There you were, eyes glancing at
someone else that I could not see.
I tried to will away the whisper of a
smile on my lips remembering a
walk through the leaves into the sunset.
(the end is near)
Or music pounding in my ears and a cool
breeze blown through an open window
playing on my skin, sweet nights
stars sprinkling the sky
(like cinnamon sugar, I told you)
but all I could see was your face.
I passed by the green box
marked ' RECYCLING ' in
white fractured letters, and I
almost tossed the
in, but something steadied my hand
and instead I smoothed out and held onto
It's all I have left of you.
And still, someday soon I will
shred this picture, tiny fragments
of your words/memories as well as the
heartache you gave me.
(growing duller every day)
I will surrender and let the wind
take it all away…
I've Let Go.