Nostalgia

I wrote this on the verge of panic, haha.

There's nothing left -

of my past.
of who we used to be.
of happiness,
and 3am on weeknights.
of taking pictures
with smiles on our faces.
of simplicity.
of postponing obligation.
of not-so-real relationships.
of best friends.

There's nothing left -

but rotting pieces of a ginger heart
worn on a sleeve for so long,
eroded by time and the rain.