your smell on my clothes
your writing in notebooks around my room
the bottle of liquor we drank that night
i did the laundry
i tore out the pages
i threw away the bottle
but your hands in my hair
the spot on the bed we laid in every night
the balcony we watched the sunrise on so many times
the tank top i wear that you love so much
i can't get rid of it all
i can't always cross the road
when i walk on that part of the sidewalk
where you first yelled at me
i can't get rid of the lips you kissed every morning
