I threw out your flowers, or I’ve been thinking about it.
I threw out the souvenir you got me, or I’ve been thinking about it.
The sticker you got me has been ripped apart, or I’ve been thinking about it.
The birthday gift you got me is now in the trash, or I’ve been thinking about it.
The voice notes have been deleted from devices and clouds, or I’ve been thinking about it.
The videos and pictures are gone, or I’ve been thinking about it.
The first row on the app to share with no longer has your picture.
I still feel you on my skin, or I’m wanting myself to believe that.
Your voice is still in my head, or I’m hitting repeat forever.
Your lips are still pressed on mine, your arms still around mine, your scent still in my nose, your laugh still fills this room.
I threw out the flowers you got me, or I’m wanting myself to believe that.