There's still traces of you
Shrapnel on the side of the road
A round pebble in my shoe
A forgotten love note tucked away
The weight of you feels less
And yet heavy
A torrential downpour
A mid day typhoon.
Its only been two weeks,
But your presence has faded
Like a photograph left in the sun
Bleached with confusion
Over exposured
And weathered
A relic of what once was.
And I hold it
And sometimes throw it
But I never not own it
Slowly but surely
This will all make sense.
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