It's in the a.m where I find myself thinking about you at times.
I guess you were the one, the first one.
It's amazing how it's been so long,
Yet you're the one I think about.
I read your writings, amazes me and keeps me in a daze.
Maybe it was for the best but it's okay, let's skip the rest.
We're both different people now.
Years worth of memories, sorted into different categories.
This one's for you and us or rather what was of us.