For some reason I still have your stuff. Your sweater is on the floor in the corner. Your vase of flowers is on my shelf. Your pictures are on my phone. I don't know why I'm holding on to them. It's been months. You're with the girl who used to be my friend now. You're leaving in a few weeks. You still message me. You still send me pictures of things that remind you of me. And maybe that's why I still have your stuff. Because it reminds me that for a small amount of time you cared.