Letting go of you,
is like grabbing smoke-
useless.

Everything leads back to you.
Every song.
Every phone call.
Every giggle.
Every tear.
It all goes back to you.

You never meant this,
I know that.
Yet this is what you have done.
If I had not known you,
I would not be like this.
grasping for dying ghosts,
clinging to useless dreams,
cherishing the forgotten past.

But at the same time.
you gave me things no one else has.
Memories,
sweet,
happy, and
wonderful.
These fading memories make me wonder
if I will ever have more like them.
Hand-holding, whispering, tingling, tummy-twisting, magical memories.
Memories of summer days and summer nights.
Memories of when it was just you and me,
and that was all that mattered.

Stars fade and twinkle in my minds eye.
In an attempt to save what you were,
everything becomes flipped and diluted,
what I thought, instead of what was.
What I want, instead of what is.

It is clear you don’t need me
and I barley hold on to you.
But there will always be a part of me that
will long for who you used to be.

Maybe,
one day, you will be how you were,
but I doubt it.
You are too far gone.
And all I do, is wave good-bye.

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