I didn’t realize
how much time had
passed.
I didn’t know.
It hurts my heart
to think of you sometimes,
wasting away.
I remember you.
The both of you.
Like it was yesterday.
As if it were.
As if I could
turn the page back,
close the whole damn book
from the front,
open it up again,
and discover you new.
I wish I could
start over.
I wish in so many ways
I could begin again.
Try again.
You are the last page
in a long story,
and I am not yet ready
to see
‘The End’
