Slowly Letting Go

You left your sweater on my chair

Still smells like your shampoo

I keep on talking to thin air

Like it could answer me with you

I’m slowly letting go

Finger by finger from the past

It’s heavy

Holding on

To something that was built to crack

I loved you like a promise

You loved me like a passing show

It hurts to finally know

I’m slowly letting go

Our photos in a cardboard box

Face down in the second drawer

I hear your keys inside the lock

Then wake and you’re not at the door

I practiced being angry

But all that ever comes is ache

Your name sits quiet on my tongue

A word I’m scared to say