It's done. There is no residual. There's just the scent of your existence but that itself has an expiration date. Unill that date we must break away as I notice I'm no longer being held by your embrace. It's just me standing alone holding on to your picture frame. Knowing there's no hope but realizing what could of been but what couldn't be haunts me. Expectations die but memories will always remain so untill that day I'll salvage your name. My first love my first heartbreak. No longer are we, it's just me