It confuses me that my heart is flooded with the cold remnants
of moments that barely existed.
Like a graveyard of Almosts and What Ifs.
I cry for hearts that were never mine.
For souls that were never bared to me.
To long for deprived relief.
To want for unfound peace.
I am told to let go and let go, I will.
But not of these feelings.
for while the moments and faces were never mine to keep,
the feelings were all mine.
And all of what I have become.