The days pass so quickly, though nights last forever.
Our house is so empty, though it is still so full of us.
Everything is as it always was, and yet, not as it was.
And, I’m still me, but not the me I once was.
There’s no going back, no matter how much we want.
What once there was, once was and is no more.
Though we may both wish it, it is naught but a wish.
It has been allowed to go, to become our memory.
So, what happens next, do you know better than me?
For what happens to me, will not happen to you.
But whatever will happen, either to you or to me,
I hope we never forget, what had tried to be.
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