here you are not

Remembering the sound

of your voice when

you said my name

And I could probably be certain

it won’t happen again

We used to be best friends

tying bows on our fingers to

make sure we wouldn’t ever forget

But here I am

and here you are not

So with my thoughts

I must leave you behind

Go down a different path

than you this time

Mostly I don’t mind

Until he says my name

and I begin to worry

that I won’t be able

to get you out of my veins

Now don’t you forget

So (shocking) to permit

The ones who hurt us the most

Are the ones that we permit

written by Valeria Vera | @hardkoresoftie

Photo by William Brown taken in Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland| @focusonwill