I know It’ll be okay (I hope it will)

I’m remembering you again- 

(I’m talking to walls, sending texts to empty inboxes- 

I’m letting the bracelets you made hang off my wrists permanently)

I keep having dreams where you fold the bracelets into my hands- 

(Or dreams where she takes you away 

and crushes my dream 

and crushes our meaning)

I keep sliding the bracelets over my wrists- 

(I keep twisting until circulation cuts)

I like to stare at the glittery, metallic beads 

(it’s  a reminder of…something)

I like to take hard plastic and string into my hands 

to have what we had 

feel what we felt 

remember how it was

I like to tell myself hopeful things. 

(fake things.)

Remember those times in your room?

(I do.)

you would play music over broken, static speakers 

and turn off lights 

and I finally had room to talk 

and I finally had room to breath 

(I tried to write about it once 

you’ll never see it)

I keep looking at those bracelets wrapped around my wrists

I keep remembering you