a shadowbox of love broken
photographs and playlists,
a wine bottle opener from the vineyard,
old journal entries and poems
i try to get back to that time
when we first met
but these knick-knacks
are what's left-
nothing more
strangled,
i no longer breath-in the bliss
of you and i
trampled,
this love burst to ashes
with a stake of accusations
through the heart of the innocent
i could stay here forever
exist miserably,
sustained on a mere hope
that this is a nightmare
as i wait to awaken
by your side one more time
...but i just choose to live
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