i started questioning all that i knew about relationships. this poem was constructed out of the doubt.
question
Now I stare through boxes of dusty photos
Faded, unclear memories
I can't hold onto the times
They resonate some, but I've moved on
Your smile is inconstant, your personality worn
But for what it's worth, thank you.
As I sit here
In the cold
Alone, though not confused
I remember you.
Two years ago you kissed me.
Was it worth it?
