Tits + Tenacity.

I think

you

are the reason

I cherish moments

so deeply

when I am in them.

I never thought you'd leave,

and I can't bring myself to

delete any evidence

of you in my life.

Not the video of

you saying something random,

not the photo of you with

brownie boxes in front

of your tits.

I loved you

in a way

that soul mates

Feel™.

Not in a

romantic way

But that our souls

had been meant for

each other for

longer than we could've

ever known.

It hurt so much

when you left

so passively.

Gone.

I never got the

closure

I wanted.

Maybe,

that was

deserved.

Maybe it was

the lesson

I deeply needed.

You taught me more

than anyone else what it means

to be a woman with tenacity.

But I know

that you will

always exist

in my camera roll,

in 2016,

in the aisles of HyVee,

in my Wyandotte apartment,

in the illustration

and design studios,

in the random

artwork you left behind

for my walls to adopt.

I will let you

haunt those places

until our souls

meet again,

because it must be destined.

Destiny

must be the thing

tugging at the

deepest depths of

my heart.

Begging for one more

day with you

in my life,

before you

departed

without saying

much at all.

And then,

never again.

And now

the world has changed,

and hopefully we

have both grown.

But we may not

be the soul mates

we once found in each other,

and it seems too late

to find out.

So I will keep you

in 2016.

In the deepest depths

of the desires of my heart.

Where I keep the friends

that I love dearly,

but didn't stay for

one reason, or another.

You are the deepest

part of this

trench that breaks my

heart in

two. There are

others, but

none like you.

Nothing like

the first time

a friendship has left me

breathless, longing for more

without answers.

I send you love,

I send you peace of mind.

I hope

I have a place in your phone

in 2016, as you

always have a place in mine.