An afternoon alone
with spent thoughts.
Trying hard
to find my way
Trying, but not
remembering you,
because that always brings
so much pain and regret
(and for all 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, a moment
in that 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... 