Wasted

Your shirt.. reminds me of the night I took care and comforted you when you were sick. Your pants.. reminds me of the days and nights we had - dating. Your shoes.. reminds me of the mornings I prepared your things before you left and kissed me for work. Your hanky.. reminds me of the times we both laughed and cried. Now I’m alone. Alone with your shirt, .. with your pants .. your shoes .. your hanky. Crying alone with your hanky. Alone.. Alone.. Without you. Shall I stop crying? Shall I wait? Or shall I put your things into waste? For the love that we had was wasted.