Maybe I were
Two different people,
Maybe I could not fit
Within me.

I was sure
To be in the right way,
To discover a new way,
So life could go along
Within me.

What is left
Of what we were,
Of the days we traveled,
Of the futures that never came
(But we were sure to make them happen)?
What is left
Of those complete smiles
That were to compensate
Every tear ever dropped, before or after?

I leave us as a different person.
For better or for worse, different.
An expanded person
For which I'm forever grateful,
But, still, grieving. Hurtfully grieving.
Dreadfully grieving.
Cursing my existence grieving.

If this ever ought to heal,
My only wish is:
May it never suppress
Those light moments
We gave each other