ii. ...of what once was...

Nothing is forever,

and nothing is mine to keep,  

not even your joyful laugh,  

or cheeks flushed in coral blush.

“Please, careful now,” you murmured,  

“I know, I'm sorry,” I replied.  

But I swear it, on my soul,  

though I've mouthed "I'm done,"  

I'll always care for you.

Though nothing is forever,  

and nothing is mine to keep,  

you're still a friend of mine,  

and your jersey I'll forever keep.

oct 3rd ‘24

p.s; no calls were returned until now. does it scare you once you see my name on your screen, or is it something else?