I miss us
Is it tears or rain that wet the page
My sentences go on and on
A lot of words for something so simple
Sitting out here all my memories come back
Laughing until I cried, crying until I laughed
I can’t process how it all happened so fast
One day I was here
Then somehow days and years passed
The trees grew up and I did too
It doesn’t seem like long but I guess it has been
Running around this yard playing pretend
Swinging the day away talking about the future
Too innocent to doubt, only focused on hope
I thought it’d last forever
Every day seemed the same, change was slow
Then fast, very fast
And I can’t figure out how to grasp this
Sitting out here in the yard while it rains
This used to be our fortress but now I’m alone
I can’t change what’s not in my control
If I could, it would have been me instead
But here I am, writing to a ghost
Thinking about the ghost of our past
And the ghost of our future we will never have
I can’t tell if my tears have stained the page
Or if it’s just the rain
It might be both
If you were here you’d tell me to go inside
But the rain feels good
Feeling something against my skin again
Besides you