You used to
sit on that
side of the sofa
stand on that
side of the room
drink from that
small white plastic mug
smell of that
fragrant perfume

You used to
write on
my blue notebook
sing everywhere
about any tune
go to the museum
to have look
talk to me
in the afternoon

You used to
sleep on this
side of my shoulder
rest your hands
next to mine
think about
when we'd get older
speak without
minding the time

You used to
do all these things
when you and I were
sadly, all that's left
is a blur