All I have left (a poem)

Remembering a few more things here and there…

I can’t bring myself to get out the photos just yet
I’m not sure I’m ready to face that reality
Besides, I can still picture them in my head
(except for the one you kept for yourself, and never let me see)
along with the little moments I can’t seem to stop replaying
Not that I haven’t done this before
but now they’re all I have left
They’re all I have left…

(1 February 2015)

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