Your IG posts –
about you, wrapping

her next to you-

I wish I was her

like an ice cream

melting around

your arms.

Your texts are

still in my inbox

like souvenir items

being kept. And

you are still the place

I love but said

good-by with.

Your voice is

still echoing

inside my head

like you are

a song I get LSS

with.

And I am like

your Facebook

memory –

that one you’d probably

look back.