gone

oh! well,

you finally left

but on the farewell you took

my boots,

wonder why?

took memories inside your pants,

inside your arms,

fingerprints of me intentionally left under your neck

ropes hanging on your arms

living traces of our walks in the park

all taken

the silly memories

the fights under our ceiling

unwatched movies

revealing secrets

copy of many of my poems

to reread?

something you did not understood

until you met me

all of this and more

forgiven

understood

what I cannot forgive you

is the match box twenty collection of mine!

bright lights!

3 a.m.

and many more

could you just return to return that to me?

will I have to do more than I did to get it back?

or will you finally understand

that whenever everything is done

between two

taken memories is the least that matters

I still have mine

and you thought have taken it all!

I still see everything is

gone!