Don’t delete me when I’m gone

when my heart rests and I cease to be, will you still

hang out photos on your bulletin board wall, save

the messages we shared on your phone and keep

me with you wherever you go? Or will you delete

the memories of us, throw us away in fear

just like you did before, not wanting to see

all that we were and could have been, lovers, best friends,

afraid that you’ll hold on too long after I’m gone.