I miss us

Is it tears or rain that wet the page

My sentences go on and on

A lot of words for something so simple

Sitting out here all my memories come back

Laughing until I cried, crying until I laughed

I can’t process how it all happened so fast

One day I was here

Then somehow days and years passed

The trees grew up and I did too

It doesn’t seem like long but I guess it has been

Running around this yard playing pretend

Swinging the day away talking about the future

Too innocent to doubt, only focused on hope

I thought it’d last forever

Every day seemed the same, change was slow

Then fast, very fast

And I can’t figure out how to grasp this

Sitting out here in the yard while it rains

This used to be our fortress but now I’m alone

I can’t change what’s not in my control

If I could, it would have been me instead

But here I am, writing to a ghost

Thinking about the ghost of our past

And the ghost of our future we will never have

I can’t tell if my tears have stained the page

Or if it’s just the rain

It might be both

If you were here you’d tell me to go inside

But the rain feels good

Feeling something against my skin again

Besides you