i don't know what to do with us.
talking is a painful reminder of all that we lost,
and all that we could have been.

but not talking, doesn't seem right either.

you were a constant in my life for so long,
and now we're just drifting apart at sea.

maybe it's time,
but that doesn't seem to make it any easier.

was it all worth it?
i'm not sure.
would i do it all over again?
probably.