Souvenirs- Mary Beth Maziarz

I could let you slip away;
just wait for rainy days.
But wouldn't that be failing us,
letting go too soon,
when everything I am still holds on to you?

And these souvenirs keep you here.
You're really somewhere down the road, I know,
but I'm still stranded here,
holding all these souvenirs.

I could hide somewhere,
pretend I didn't care,
fill my time with daily things until I'm numb.
But isn't all this feeling why we reach for love at all?
Isn't it the reason that we hear the call
for more than all?

These souvenirs keep you here.
You're really somewhere down the road, I know,
but I'm still stranded here,
holding all these souvenirs.