Reduced to pictures of us you delete from your phone because you don’t want to tell her about me.
Reduced to the ache in your heart when you hear my favourite song play in the store you wait while she tries on shoes.
Reduced to flashback of us when you switch on the tv and they’re playing the movie during which I sobbed into your plaid shirt.
Reduced to the sharp intake of breath everytime someone wearing my favourite perfume walks by you.
Reduced to that longing you feel everytime you read a joke you know I would laugh my crazy laugh at.
Reduced to the sighs you sigh every time you find a copy of my favourite book lying in the bookstore where we first saw each other.
Reduced to the painful memories of the white moments we had that were too perfect to last for more than thirteen months.