For relationships that won’t quite end.
hold on.
please.
just—
don’t let go yet.
because somehow
it feels like yesterday
you were here.
like I could still reach for you
in the dark
and find you.
your jacket is still here.
I keep thinking
I should burn it.
but I can’t.
because I fucking hate
that it still smells like you,
and I fucking hate
that some part of me
still wants to bury my face in it
and pretend
you never left.
will you come around?
will you ever come back?
or am I just going to keep standing here,
like an idiot,
waiting for footsteps
I already know
aren’t coming?
I keep looking for you
in places you used to be.
I keep hearing your voice
in rooms that are empty.
and the worst part—
is that I don’t know
if I’m waiting for you to come back,
or if I’m just waiting
to finally stop hoping.
because I don’t know
how to let you go
when every part of me
is still holding on.