I try to go back to our tree and lie beneath the branches but I always end up in tears.

I wonder if you ever come back here and do the same.



Most nights I think of you with her and wonder why we couldn't have both been in your life.

I wonder if you ever do the same.



Sometimes and only sometimes the memories get too much and I think about what would happen if I never finished this day.

I push that thought away when I think of you doing the same.