to have met you

everything i’ve been

waiting for came and left

me in the space i carved out,

all that room i made for

you became vacant.

i watched the door close,

frantically holding onto your absence,

still warm from every moment

we embraced, why had i

let you in again? grief

occupied your place

as soon as you took off

the last of your belonging

to me, there was still touch

and mostly thoughts, but no

more than what you could take, back

to a life we’ve lived without the other

part of me still hoarding your name.

the last thing i’d ever want but this is what came out of all the pain and hurt. i hope you’re happy with your choice because this is how i choose to remember you.