sometimes I think of the days we sat on my front porch to watch the sunset.
I think of the days you cried in my mothers arms
the days we drank coffee and sat in my backyard
I think of these days and a certain kind of pain arises in me.
a sort of longing pain, a longing for what you once were.
a pain for the person that befriended me at my lowest and healed me to my best.
but no matter the pain, I will never long for what we once had.
I long for you.
not for us.