There's Nothing Left Here

I loved him.

That’s what I keep saying

over and over

while I sit alone

in the middle of a busy mall.

Would I ever know

if he loved me?

If he had every loved me?

Sometimes I have to doubt

that anyone is capable

of such a love for me.

He spins my head around.

Those crazy curls and sideways smile

That seashell necklace

and all the pages of writing that

he plastered on the walls

of his pastel bedroom.

The words jumped out at me

jumbling in my head.

Words like “vivid”, “falling”, and “strength”.

Love felt like a memory

back then it felt distant but real.

Now it feels like something.

Just something.

All I know is that

I loved him.