ChanefulCuriousity

I'm glad we were able to say goodbye

before the option was ripped from us.

Our pieces had stopped fitting long before our goodbyes,
the edges frayed from us-or me trying so hard to hold on.
Clinging tight to the buoy ring that was
stupidly secured to the sinking ship, our past.

Some days I'm resentful about the space 

you took up in my life. 

The extra baggage I need to check-in

and sometimes even caught off guard about the ones

I hadn't declared- unaware of its existence, 

until I'm forced to face it.  


Other days I feel numb when I think about 

you,

us,

the past.



♥