Where did you go?

You remember people in odd ways.

It's been jet planes, old posters, 'our' hidden items, your letters and meaningful lyrics.
All these things sit here, in once place or another.
Reminding me of everything that had once been.
When people leave, I would only assume these things would disappear as well.
But they don't.
There constant presence stays here, reminding me that you are not.
Unfortunately, ridding myself of such particular items seems like a near impossible task.

Somedays, I force myself to wonder if I effect your world even though I might not exist to you anymore.
These million daily reminders don't let me forget the person you once were.
I make decisions daily, and wonder what you think, if you would approve, if you would like it.

I can't/won't/don't allow change just yet.
The physical evidence of pain is always limited, but the emotional damage is limitless.
Traces of you can't be boxed up and shelved to be held forever in memory,
And I whilst I try to keep on keeping on, those small things like the jet planes and your letters simply mean you were here at one point.
It means you existed, and that means so much more to me than trying to pretending you never did.