The moment when
I look at the old pictures
of us

   ;weird poses
   ;odd expressions
   ;laughing at each others
Such an exemplary
of our chemistry
showing the world
we were fools back then

A wave of longing
washed through myself
and a dryness caught
in my throat
that even the tea could not moisten

Because I realized it’s time
          to accept
There is no longer “us”