steps backward.

when you meet someone,
you create memories. together.
yet when someone leaves you,
they don't take those memories with them.
and that's where the hurt sets in.

i do wonder, who you are now.
do you?
after all, all that i know of you,
is the recollection of memories.
you float in existence in the rifts of my mind,
and in the things you gave me, the ones that used to matter.
that's all that you left me with.

you cut me off.
i'm fine with that.
i can live with that.
but i choose not to.