About Us

When I think about us,

I'm reminded of stolen glances and clandestine grins.

When I think about us,

I'm back on your couch; trading quick banter in forbidden hallways.

When I think about us,

I'm embedded in the moments we spent in nature, hands covered in dirt.

When I think about us,

I feel your skin against mine in the dark; two souls tangled and quiet.

When I think about us,

I taste the salt of that crisp September morning, our last touch lingering as goodbye felt impossible.

When I think about us,

I still flinch at the moment you broke us from 9,000 miles away; a distance too far to touch, yet close enough to destroy everything.

When I think about us,

Our memory fractures like glass under pressure; sharp edges cutting into everything that once felt safe.

When I think about us,

All that remains is anguish; heavy, relentless, a grief that hollows me out.

When I think about us,

I'm consumed by a paralyzing ache that settles in my chest like a second heartbeat I can’t quiet.

When I think about us,

I can't envision an ending. I can't see any way forward.

When I think about us,

I'm blinded by it all - what we were, what we lost, and the deep yearning I still have for an us.

When I think about us,

I really wish I didn't think about us.