In my pocket

I found in my pocket an old note i wrote,
of times past that no longer pass these roads,
of a time when the readings were relevant,
and the poetry was fresh,
when the sweet caress was far more than just a dream,
when the holding of a loved one would fill up this nest.

The words are now passing from greatness to death,
hardly making out of what was now left,
signs of i love you and never will i leave you,
of dreams and expensive hopes we held on to,
i said i could not forget,
but it was only a matter forgiving,
to let go of the rest…

Now i make sure everytime i get home,
to empty my pockets in front of the trash can,
so i will never again find in the following days,
any wasted memories of my time lost with you…