Daisies

The worst thing about letting go of someone

is all the things you miss sharing with them.

You liked my favorite shoes,

but to everyone else, they look like any other.

You knew my favorite flower and the

books I liked reading best- things anyone else

would deem insignificant;

Our interests and loves began to mingle-

I learned to love things

because you loved them and I loved you.

And now I see things you would laugh

or smile at and I have no one to share them with;

because no one understands our little quirks

and inside jokes the way we did.

It's hard, letting go.

Not just because you're gone,

but because I feel I've lost

the pieces of me you knew the best.