Innocuous Things

Sorting through photos And things she gave me Throughout the years, My chest becomes heavy And my throat seizes As the pain of our reality Digs into me. Innocuous things like a notebook, chakra stones or a gift card to the movies Hurt the most, So much more than the Sentimental, valuable things. I don’t know why. I am crippled by these things, Guilt stabbing at me Until my eyes burn with tears. The innocuous things Are what hold me prisoner To what is left of our Broken relationship.