As I was cleaning my room yesterday, I came across a picture of you
As I gazed into your red eyes, I remembered my favorite memory of you
You’re hair is askew
Your make up is running
You’re face is flush
You aren’t even looking at me
You were in this room, at that door
The yells drowning in the tears
I reached out to you…
You reached out to me…
And you left...
Left me…left Us…
That's why my favorite memory of you is the last one.
The last time “US” existed
The final time We were
My favorite memory of you is Our break up.
Because that’s only place We exist
…in the end.