A Year Later

I thought I had moved on, that I was fine;

Until our song came on the radio.

A year later and I ask the same question:

Am I a fleeting thought on your mind?

Now I'm stuck, not just with us but with these words.

If you were here, you'd complete them.

Because poetry was always us two.

But that's long gone.

And nostalgia hits high, On dark, sleepless nights,

When songs—our songs—still make up my playlist.

But you have long forgotten.

A year older and yet still foolish,

I keep coming back to the abandoned snippet of us.

Memories flood and I let go,

Drowning in a confession:

Sometimes, I miss us.