One day I’ll throw away
Your care wrapped around an anklet
Your songs stuck on my phone
Click click click
I’ll throw away the picture of your body
Burned in my head / your presence in my room
The smell I caught behind your ear
In the middle of a dream
One day I’ll free myself of
Parts of you in me,
And parts of me that ask
Of your well being
One day I’ll be old, and laugh,
Reminiscing, fondly,
Of things I did and
Didn’t do for you
One day I’ll be able to explain
Why I’m still thinking of you
When you’ll clearly never
Here, be.