Together, we wrote proses and poems,
carefully stroking each word - with pain.

Together, we listened to the same songs,
sharing how the lyrics pierced deep - with sadness.

Together, we loved other partners,
often argued with them; felt drained, dragged - with disappointment.

Together, we gazed at the stars and the moon above,
may better things happen, we pray - with hope.

Together, we told stories of our lives,
chipping away the wall between us - with trust.

Together, we magnified the connection,
conversing for hours and hours to pass - with control.

Together, we sought distractions,
side by side we fell into slumber - with comfort.

Together, we pulled ourselves up,
lightening the burden on our shoulders - with compassion.

Together, we flashbacked the tough years,
burying the unchangeable experiences - with acceptance.

Together, we reminisced our life-changing moments,
realizing how further we've gone from that - with growth.

Together we sang. Together we cried.
Together we peeled away the loneliness inside.

Together we laughed. Together we dreamt.
Together we felt comfortable dwelling on each other's head.

But there was one exception, as it is to every rule.
In almost everything, we were together, but when I fell, I was alone.

And alone I broke.