i don't know how to forget,

so i will clutch the memory of you

in my right fist as i walk past the spot

where we first met.

you will push and pull at my fingers,

but i will hold tight because

i never learned how to tell when

somebody was trying to leave.

when i open my hand to admire you,

you will fly free without a second glance,

and i will be stuck thinking i was the one left,

and not the one keeping you hostage.