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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