i started looking at old photos;
the ones taken before you came into my life
and brought inevitable change to it.
i dont know if i enjoy seeing them.
they remind me there was a time
i didnt spend every minute of the day
thinking of you.
they remind me i lived a life
without binding every aspect of my existence
to tiny fragments of you
with a piece of velvet string.
i dont enjoy seeing them
because they promise me
there is a life, a world without you.
i am not sure i can let go of that loose piece of string just yet.