I clung to the air that your leaving made.
I held onto it as long as I could but, as you know,
the air always finds a way to dissipate.
And you were gone, but you weren't gone.
Even though there was no more breeze from your movement,
I continued to repeat the things you'd said.
Not all of them,
just the ones that made me think I should stay.
Here's a secret:
(It's my greatest downfall, forever, and ever. Over, and over, and over.)
I only remember the best.
I see no faults,
And I liberally embellish my memories with these ideas,
until I simply cannot remember why I sent anyone away in the first place.
I know I should remember.
I'll keep trying to look past everything beautiful about you,
and I'll try to remember.