West 144th St.

I’m learning to let go.

As I sit here finishing my psychology homework,

the words spoken yet unspoken flood my mind.

Those I should've, Would’ve, Could’ve’s

were glued to my lips, but lingered.

Those silent echoes of the past

conversations which lay.

in the chambers of cultivating memories,

hidden within the shadows of promises and closure.

Disposable dreams, broken bonds.

I lost you long ago, I just never realized it

until I walked down West 144th St.