When you discard me, be sure to close the lid on the bin. Walk away. Don’t look back to reach in... I’ve already moved on. This side of the road, I’ve been discarded here before... I know my way home by heart. They call it muscle memory. And my heart always remembers. She never forgets.


Had I Known

Had I known it was gonna end that night... I would have held you closer, looked directly into your beautiful blue eyes and memorized their hue.