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Last Love


It's the ringtone I can't seem to change;

a signal to let me know it's you.

It's how my heart flutters when I think of us;

flooded with the memories we've made.

It's the smell of laundry detergent;

a reminder of the days we spent in each others arms .

Seeing you with another girl;

to remind me we will never be anything more than friends.

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