Your Eyes Were My Favorite Color

The Words You Left

I used to love how much you talked. It was like living inside your head and having access to your thoughts. I'd beg your voice to fill the silence. 'Talk about anything."
But now there is nothing I regret more than having heard your stories. The more you told me, the more I have to remember about you. Maybe if I hadn't have asked for more, I could've continued to listen to some artists. I wouldn't have known you liked them and their songs wouldn't remind me of you. Maybe I could see any shade of purple without having to remember how your favorite color was a darker shade.
You left me with all these pieces of you. I wish you had left me with a sweater, a toothbrush, and a mug instead. Then I could box the things you left and give them back to you. But the things you said, I can't hide them in cupboards or donate them to goodwill. They follow me around everywhere.