You'd Think

You’d think

The things you left behind

That haunt me would be the

Diamonds intertwined

With silver that I tried

To put back in your hands or

The Spanish dress I wore our last sunset

Together, or the striped one

From when we left love to

Freeze under the stars on the hill.

But what hurts the most

Is how the smell of fall

Assaults my memory with

Young hopes and that night

When you first said

You loved me or

How the front door looks

When I come home at night

And the outside lights glare down -

For a moment I relive it every time.

But people don’t ever think

That every day there could be things

I can’t just box up and put away

Like I did the cards

And the pictures.

  

This poem is about: 
Me

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