there are pieces of clothing in my dresser 
that I can't wear anymore without 
being reminded of all the times you 
borrowed them for warmth 

there are intersections all across my home town 
that I can't drive through without 
being reminded of all the times I 
met up with you there 

there are sights and sounds and colours 
that fill me with regret 
and if there is a way that I can forget 
I haven't found it yet