Pockets of recollections
are beginning to return
just for me to pop them back out
into nonexistence.I’m beginning to shed your remainders away be that as it may. I think my internal identity is as yet frightened.
At the point when a cheerful second emerges. I attempt to make little pockets of adoration out of them so I can help myself to remember the great we had.
What’s more, the great you had on me it wasn’t all terrible, angel. Truth be told, it was probably the most joyful time of my…