Dear Emilia,
You should know I closed your bedroom door
I don't go in there anymore.
Lockets and trinkets all gathering dust
A chime on the window beginning to rust.
I clicked off your radio, bright tunes turned to static
Boxed all our memories up in the attic.
I donated the dresses that you used to wear
Tossed all the pins that you put in your hair.
I shredded your love notes, since I can...