You Left Me with a Memory

I put you in a picture frame

hung up on my wall

like I’m hung up on you.

I put you in a purple frame

because purple was our colour,

And as lame as it sounds

I still wear purple 24/7.

You are constantly on my mind,

And I don’t have the guts

To take you off my mind

To take you off my wall

And store you in my closet of forgotten things.

You are gone

yet

I keep you here

so that

I will never feel alone.

But with your picture

I feel even more lonely

knowing that

it’s only

The memory of you

Trapped in my cage,

Trapped in my frame,

Of shattered promises

And fractured fantasies.

The real you

is never coming back.

But I still have the old you

hung up on my wall

And I still pass by the purple frame

in my purple clothes

And I still cry

my silly fat tears

Because the reality is:

I’m not ready

to let you go,

Even though I know

You were fine shoving me in your closet of forgotten things.