The bracelet you gave me is losing all its color.
The bright pink is turning shades of silver, like the gold bits did when you took your leave.
The pen I stole from you has just the tiniest bit of ink left.
Soon it will be just an empty plastic tube,
And the memories that came from it will be saved somewhere, behind everything else.
The teal one you brought back that smelled of you,
Its in my drawer, tucked away
Safe from anything that might take your scent.
And the Bob Marley lyrics you sent to me, right when I needed them,
I’ve synced to the new phone I use.
But it’s all new now.
It’s as if the world has said its part about us.
Whatever spark it was has dimmed now, in the mist of it all
And the closeness and longing I felt are lost somewhere in the past.
I need a new compass because I don’t know where I’m headed,
The old one is so obviously broken.
You saved my life without knowing it,
And I guess that’s who you were supposed to be.
Is this what we get for trying to make it more than it was meant to be?
I always remember all the sad times we had.
You never felt them the way I did.
I’m not too emotional,
I’m just not as dead inside as this world needs me to be.
I’m not ready for it all.
No, not ready at all.
But what choice do I have?
– Shammy 7/14/12 3:33am