the promise

remember

last year

this time

when all of that mattered?

think about

next year

this time

when none of this will.

keepsakes

the song was now tied to her

to the thought. the memory. the sound. the feel.

the scent. the

touch

of

her.

and after today. after what came next

he knew he'd never be able to listen to it.

not even the chords of it

ever

again.

the apology

You knew it was selfish when you said the words

and you felt them drop

echoing hollowly

in the chasm you'd created

And for all that you expected the emptiness,

there were still mascara stains on your pillow that night.

But you'd say those words again if you had to.

Because sometimes, it's not about dealing.

It's about finding a way to let go.