How do I begin
When we have reached the end
The part of me that was you
Its lying somewhere shattered
Into little pieces
Of our laughter
Of our tears
Of our madness
Of our fears
So scattered
That they cannot be one again
This is our reality
A battered you, and a battered me
Trying hard to forget
Trying harder to remember
What it was like
When we began.
2 comments:
Here again, like in everything else you've written, I wonder who is it you're speaking to.
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