Isn’t that what you said to me?
Then why do I have 6 & 1/2 years of memories?
Why does my passport have 5 stamps that match yours?
Why do I hear our endless inside jokes in my head?
Why do I flinch every time I hear anything resembling ones of the nicknames you called me?
Why does my art still hang on your walls?
Why do I have thousands of photographs of us, beaming, happy, close?
Why does your name still sketch a knife across my throat?
Why do I still have all your handwritten notes with “forever” and “always“?
Why did we share addresses?
Why do I still remember wedding plans we considered?
Why are there more songs than I can count that you called ours?
Why can I almost feel the tattoo I considered for you, when I swore I’d never get one?
Why do I still see the future we talked about at length in my mind’s eye?
Why do I still keep all your secrets, continue to keep your life safe?
Why does my heart have the most tremendous tear across it bearing your signature?
Why does my soul feel lost, incomplete?
Why did you keep so many of my things? To torture me? To remember my by?
Why has the insatiable fire inside me diminished to ashes?
Why do I have a ring you promised forever with?
Why do I still feel our kisses, better than any I have ever known?
And why, of all things, do I still wish that US had been worth fighting for?
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