I don't have anything
Of yours
Any longer,
No letters
Tickets
Or on the other hand cards;
In any case, I do have scars...
Recollections
That spill out
Like photographs
From a money clip
Not planned
To keep them
Also, are so damn
Awkward,
These Snapshots
Of what we were.
I need to be
Like you
Furthermore, hurl them
On the fire
On the off chance that I had
What's required
However, don't- -
Also, truly,
It's not reasonable
What you
Recollect
A short time later,
At the point when the battle's through
Furthermore, Fate has managed
All the cards;
I'd prefer to overlook that as well...
Yet, I despite everything have scars.
