#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end, it was just me and my thoughts.
A painful trap, long after you were gone for good.
"I ought to move on" I taught my thought to say,
But like a bell, you tinker in my head. Until you couldn't.

In the end, it is just me and my thoughts.
Like a trampoline, I bounce in and out of the thought of "us" gone...