After you left I packed your things in a box and put it in my closet
Tangible things
The sweatshirt you wore when we kissed
The blanket I held you under
Tangible things
The memories of you were harder
They were too big to be crammed together
So I let them be
Slowly they started to collect dust in the crevices of my mind
Soon I couldn't remember the color of your eyes 
Or the sound of your laugh
But I didn't miss you
I didn't crave you like I used to
I took out all of the tangible things and mourned you
The loss of you
And I was okay