#commonpoetry

Every moment

I hold dear

Filling scrapbooks

With polaroids

And smiling

When I look at them.

But when

There is nothing

That brings us together

No birthdays

No school

There is nothing but silence

No messages

No calls.

In these times

I realise

I am nothing more

Then a friend

Who is just present.

They wouldn’t miss me

If I was absent.

“Het was gezellig!”

I say it for the last time

Write it next

To the last polaroid

And as expected

The scrapbook stays empty

in the perfect shape of existence.

But when the clay dried,

it was already broken.

I have a list of people,

Potential lovers that never came through,

Past feelings written in a single name,

People I decided to forget.

You should be on that list,

I should have moved on months ago,

But my foolish heart,

It almost explodes in your presence.

I just cannot put you on the list,

You are different,

The first one I could really love,

But I know I should give you up.

So there goes your name,

The writing hurts,

And this is the first time,