The keys on my laptop are
wearing away, it's not that old.
The screen is ***** with grime
I can't remember at all.
The hard drive is filled completely
with stories and pictures

of only you and me.

Words race across once
empty lines on blank pages
alone in sad books as those
books sit on dusty shelves
waiting to be reminded

of only you and me.

There are thoughts in my head
I never thought I'd think,
things that make me happy,
let me pretend that I am loved
or adored or maybe just wanted,
like in the dreams I had sometimes

of only you and me.

I know you wont see this,
you never really did look
when I asked anyway;
but if for some reason
you've found your way here
I miss the nights

of only you and me.

I miss the way whispers felt
dancing along my neck as
time seemed to stand still
and your arms kept me close
to you as we planed a life

of only you and me.

Really, I think I just wish
things were back to the time

of only you and me.
Of only you and me.

you and me...