holding on
Category: Poems

I keep the photo of us at the beach

on the top shelf of my bookshelf 

and mum has that photo of you on her wall

so I guess we’re both hanging onto something long gone.

she keeps telling me about the you

that bought her lemonade 

and walked her down the beach

i’d like to imagine that that you still exists somewhere out there

but I don’t think I can,

because I miss the days we smiled together,

rather than one of us being absent,

vacant.

and I don’t think things will ever be the same again.

I’m hurt,

and you can’t feel.

I’ve spent so long just trying to forget.