Sure, I can delete your photo
Your text and your number
But how do I delete your face
Your voice and our memories?
They’re stuck in my head
Like a movie playing on repeat
Your smile etched in my mind
Your soft laugh rings in my ears
Your gentle voice echoes in the walls
Your warm touch lingers around
Us being together flashed through my mind
A tear fell down my cheek until more came
I cried and cried so much
That it hurt to breathe
I screamed and yelled at myself
To erase you
Delete you from my life
But I just can’t.
I love you.
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Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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