Sometimes you would enter my thoughts and hours would pass as I tried to persuade myself that you were simply a passing thought while in fact, you were still present in my head.
I wish I could finally put the puzzle pieces together because I don't understand how the location you destroyed could still be used to house the love you already abandoned but that I still remember. How is it that even after all these years, my heart still yearns for your familiarity?
But all the questions in my head are just a reminder that you are now a relic of the past that hasn't been damaged, of the future that will never come to pass.
YOU ARE READING
Pᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ Wʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ
Poetrythe last entry of the old me. Started: March 23, 2022 Finished: October 30, 2022
