An afternoon alone,
spent thoughts
trying hard
to find my way
Trying, but not
Remembering you.
because remembering
brings so much pain and regret
(and for this I’m pretty sure
I’m sorry)
Even while you were still here
Sitting with me
You were gone
I’m afraid
I might miss some moment
we’ve shared, some moment
in a shared life.
Afraid that
it all comes down to
now; to my forgetting;
to my losing.
Comes down to my fear.
about you
about me
about losing us
Lost thoughts
become…
What?
Never at a loss for words... 