I still have everything you gave me tucked into boxes in the dark of my closet. I keep your sweatshirt in my drawer though I never wear it. I have yet to delete the note on my phone with all your favorite things. I still have that photo on the fridge and the tightness in my chest. the way I still flinch when someone moves too fast and the fear of being alone. I still have the walls and this goddamn lump in my throat