
Memories.
Objects.
Words.
Everything that reminds me of you.
Gone.
I tip the bucket over the bridge’s railing
Memories splash into the river
All the things that stare at me day after day.
They taunt me.
They tell me I’m lonely,
Remind me of what I sabotaged.
All the evidence of my broken heart
Falling, never to be seen again.
All the clothes I stole from your closet,
I wore to hear you laugh at how baggy they were.
They float along the current now.
All the things you wrote to me
The love you seemed to feel
that you wrote on paper
Now disintegrates in the water,
Never to be read again.
This all will all be forgotten.
By you and I and everyone else.
“We” never existed.
Just as you wanted.




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