So much of what I use to have of you was lost in the transition from togetherness
to singularity.
To stave off the agony
I threw out your letters,
and I burned the photos of you and I.
But one thing I cannot change, I cannot hide from, I cannot burn
are the memories of the moments we use to share.
And with every memory I’ve kept of you
is a quiet pain that remains
untainted;
beyond time’s measure.