Written by: Gina Young

Searching every photo.
Analyzing every word.
Looking for some reminder of the life we once had.
I know that we will never find our way back,
  and there is nothing that looks like you in the life I have now.
My wine dreams and 
  overheated prophecies are wearing thin.
And my life has become a dinosaur of love and where we lived before.
I will stay there.
I will live here.
I will not speak your name,
  when the sun goes down.