Forever Love

There it is clenched between my broken hands, as if it were really a remanent of you, as if it will vanish if I loosen my grasp. Hoping to smell your sweat if nothing else. Wishing that it may bring back the piece of my heart it stole when you left. I try so intently to remember what I never wanted to forget. Your voice. Your smile. Your being that radiated passion. You were so very real, and I know you were.

Then I glance upon the dirty, withered adornment I have burried in my arms, I see a statement so simple but stronger than rushing waves. What does this mean? Why did you wear this? Maybe for another time to ponder. Maybe for a better time to miss you. How can I comprehend that forever never ends and thats how long you'll be gone?