Not my best work, but hey, it's something
Update: Deleted them. Baby Step #3 complete
Can't Bring Myself to Delete My Past
I hold on to the times
before things spiraled
out of my hands,
clutching it desperately,
wishing for those words
to be spoken again.
But would they mean
the same thing anymore?
I peruse the past,
reading,
remembering,
reminiscing
on a time stolen in the night,
slipped from my pocket
in my sleep.
But they forgot their words,
leaving them strewn
across the floor of my mind.
My finger hovers over the button,
knowing that if I press it,
all the conversations,
the emotions,
the smiles and laughs
will be gone,
leaving me with an empty inbox.
But...
will they be gone?
.... No.
They'll be alive in my heart.
They are what hold me up,
keep me going from day to day.
The hope of salvaging those moments
when the world wasn't so grim,
when there was someone
who understood,
who cared,
who held me close
when the going got hard.
So, for now,
I'll stitch myself together
until I find that again.
I just hope the strings
don't break in the meantime.
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