Brittle
After all this time you still have a place in
my heart.
But now it's quite small.
It hangs off the edge for dear life
like dead skin.
No longer will I supply it with the
means it needs to thrive.
No more reminiscing on those mediocre memories
we had.
Or feelings of nostalgia from
missing our so-called romance.
And it won't be too much longer
until it falls and withers away.
Much like those fall leaves
on the day walked off my porch
for the last time.