oddment

I knew you were afraid I'd disappear
so I've held on
keeping myself present
in old memories
clutching on to anything familiar
as the sepia crumbles all around

I haven't forgotten you
or what it felt like to knit that scarf
knowing you would wear it every day
and as the snow fell
you did

I'm left here
looking around
unable to completely let go
standing in the midst of ruins
keeping a small fire burning

You come and visit
maybe you can see my flame
but I know we shouldn't
rebuild on such a cracked foundation
but I need a place to go
why can't I find a new place to go