About Us

When I think about us,

I'm reminded of all our shared glances and grins.

When I think about us,

I'm transported back to the banter filled moments we shared on your couch and in the hallways.

When I think about us,

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

When I think about us,

I'm teleported to the trysts and nights our souls spent holding each other.

When I think about us,

I feel how difficult it was to say goodbye that crisp September morning.

When I think about us,

I recall the moment you corrupted our connection, even though you were 9,000 miles away.

When I think about us,

All I feel is anguish, an unfathomable grief, profound desolation, and boundless sorrow.

When I think about us,

I'm consumed by soul-deep torment, a debilitating heartache, and a paralyzing pain that brings restlessness.

When I think about us,

It's hard to envision any sort of ending or any sort of progress.

When I think about us,

I'm blinded by it all - the intense emotion, the hurt, and the yearning I still have for an us.

When I think about us,

I really wish I didn't think about us.





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