Last night, I held your hoodie
alone in our bed.
It still smells like you,
but nothing is the same.

I thought we’d have a lifetime,
but there are only moments left.
never agains and last times—
we let a good love die.

I struggle with our memories;
it’s everything I keep:
remnants and ruins
of a world we’ve left behind.

I see our love,
all packed into boxes.
I thought we’d have a lifetime,
but I have to let us go.