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the things we shared.




We shared a life
You and I
Our dreams, fears and playlists
We went from conversations that lasted whole nights
To a dawn where we no longer speak.

We shared a home,
You and I
Choose curtains, pillow covers & lampshades.
We went from unpacking carton boxes with our stuff together
To labelling them with separate addresses.

We shared our travels
You and I
Selecting destinations, flights & hotels.
We went from spending weeks planning together
To solo vacations, for soul searching.

We shared a friendship
You and I
Cackling laughter over nonsensical jokes & many cups of chai.
We went from being best friends
To you never wanting to ever talk to me again.

We shared peace
You and I
The kind found when staring at stars or gazing at the sea.
We went from feeling deep contentment,
To, me : immense guilt, and you : hatred.

We shared love
You and I,
The one we fought so hard to keep and the one that I broke.
We went from looking into each other's’ eyes
To walking past each other without a glance.

We shared a ring
You and I,
It was inscribed with words that brought us together
We went from promises of a fairy tale forever,
To my ring empty finger.

We shared everything,
You and I
The four seasons : summer, winter, autumn and fall.
We went from being someone,
To being no one and nothing at all

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