Forgotten Love

In the closet, an old box waits,

   letters mingled with the scent of cologne,

   each piece a brittle echo of you,

   the paper crinkled, a tired heartbeat—

   I can’t forget that last evening,

   our laughter now a ghost,

   ink runs thin, like my resolve,

   old dreams slip through my fingers,

   that bottle sits empty, like our talks,

   memories drown in the weight of silence,

   lost pieces, forgotten words linger.