A night up in smoke, see-sawing, misty and blurry.
And a moment that neither of us can remember happening, but I can never forget it.
You gave me you to hold onto, to keep, and I failed at that. Something felt different that night – I think I knew you were on your way out of the door and I think you knew that I was scared of losing you.
So you gave me a piece of you to keep with me always, which I couldn’t. And I think about that little piece all the time. That missing piece, and you. I think about you too.
coeurdelamere 