Conversations replay —
the jokes I meant to share,
the sorries I meant to say,
now only ads
looping in my mind.

Your reminders linger,
like Post-its
I never peeled away.

So now I stop:
pulling on the socks you gave,
watching the reels you shared,
returning to the places we went.

Each one a reminder
that we’re no longer friends.

Still, some Post-its stay —
their corners curling,
but I can’t throw them away.