I’ve opened up my photo album.
My photo album held my dearest memories
So why is it empty?
Are they not as dear to my heart as they once were?
Are they not as important as what’s to come?
It's because I don't remember you.
I don't remember the love you gave me
I don't remember the hurt you made me feel
I don't remember the feeling of your arms around me
I don't remember the warmth in my heart as i think of you
“Why?” is a universal question
It can be applied to anything.
So why are these toned pages without ink?
Why is this slick black leather cover no longer holding something dear?
Why is this film no longer developed?
Why is it empty?
Because you emptied it
You knew you held something fragile
You shattered it
More than 100
More than 1,000
More is what I need
But since you emptied my photo album
Have you thought of me?
Have you thought of what made you smile at your lowest?
Have you thought of the missing spot in your arms where I used to belong?
Or have you forgotten?
Forgotten everything we’ve been through?
Forgotten my words?
Forgotten my touch?
Forgotten my breath and heart?
Have you thought of who will thaw what you have frozen?
He’s thawed it.
His warmth feels warmer.
His voice is more gentle
His face is more fair
His feelings are more honest
I'm glad my photo album is empty
There's room for more photos.
More meaningful ones.
I don't want to remember you
I don't want to remember the warmth
And the end.