Today, wherever I turn,
You haunt me.
A little piece of scrap,
where you once poured out your heart.
A card, not meant for me,
but I still keep it.
Beads, frayed in my hands
And they bleed.
It's like you won't go away today.
It's almost like you are still holding my heart.
It's like the day I gave it to you
and you promised to keep it safe.