I thought about you on my wedding day
I stood out on a spit, looking over the lake
and kicked off my shoes.
In my pocket I always keep the corner of a letter you once sent to me.
There isn't any writing on it, but I know that your hands have touched it.
I threw it into the lake that day
and cried.
It should have been over then
But I'm finding it was easier to keep you at bay
when I kept that piece of you
next to me.
