Closely now, I scramble to gather all the parts of me that I shared with you.
I’m rushing through my own mind to find the little pieces of you I learned to recognize and appreciate and just like that-
I threw them out the window, but upon sight, in the corner of my eye I remembered that one piece I kept to myself all last year. Just you.
Closely now, I scramble for the memory that gathered a collective of emotions and dears and hopes and recluse insights into your being.
I scrambled quickly, placing my hand over every memory and detail of you and I found the first piece and I wanted to hold it so dear and near and I wanted to lose all the fear I had ever gained throughout my years on this earth and in that moment I wanted to yell at you to stay, to come back, make my way, take a fucking risk and maybe have it not work out anyway. But for the sake of us, the sake of trust I wanted to tell you then and there that I don’t want it any other way, I want you. I just want you. And if that makes me a loser, then a loser I’ll fucking be if it means another minute with you, I’ll tear apart a space for you in the midst of all my responsibilities and I’ll place you right in front of me so that I can remember this; so that I have this, this last moment to have with you.

Just let me keep this one, please. It is no use to be gone and alone and to be, if not with this memory.
Just let me keep this one, please. I don’t want to forget this one. I want to remember the feeling of feeling and being felt.
I want to remember it all, if all of it is you then I will beg the arranger of stars to engulf me in the stars that formed our birth.
Please, just let me keep this one, this small one. I don’t want to forget the sand in my hair, the ocean in my eyes.
I don’t want to forget you.
Just let-let me have this one
It’s just for me

He doesn’t want it anymore, but I still do.