Though I feel myself trying to let go,
Trying to resign my heart to the thought of another,
Trying to find the happiness we bitterly, foolishly in our youth threw away,
I see you in the little things, a reflection of me.

I hear you in the strains of a guitar,
In the falling of the leaves,
In the smell of an apple,
And the whisper of my pillow.

With each passing surprising moment,
Anything could bring you out of the shadows,
Out of the fog and in front of me.

We thought we were invincible,
With your hand in mine,
Soul to soul,
We felt we would never die,
My heart promised as yours promised mine,
And they broke.

I hate the lies my dreams tell me,
As if you were still only minutes away,
A few breathes of air,
A few heartbeats,
A soul.

I wish to forget,
I wish sometimes that it had never been,
The eternal question “Why?”
What lesson was I meant to learn,
To be as if you never were,
You never should have been at all,
Not to me and not to you.