I was cleaning up when something crinkled in my winter jacket
They were notes from her
Ones I hadn’t seen in almost 2 years
There was so much love for me
So much humility when she was wrong
Each ended with “Love Always”
They were sent weeks before she found comfort in him
Weeks before she explained that she hadn’t been happy in years
Weeks before she told me it was my fault
I saw that we had both changed
She did not
As my memories of the time fade
I can only recall the happiness
The passion
The romance
I know we were wrong for each other
But right now, holding these notes
I miss her