I wore the earrings you had gifted me today,
And she told me they were beautiful,
That it looked like a little galaxy full of mystery,
Just like our relationship history.
So far long and gone,
Like a painting incomplete and forgotten,
But creating spots on my new canvas,
Like a blemish that is hard to remove.
Maybe you will never truly go away,
Nor disappear from my memory,
For there were moments both good and bad,
Where you completed the picture-
And in the others you were merely a big blotch.