For both of us,
We had seemed to just act like nothing happened, like what we had didn’t exist; and I realize it was easier that way. It was easier to act as if nothing had happened, like we didn’t live on the same plane of existence, like we didn’t care about the miles that were in between us. It was easy to forego reality. I practically forgot you even existed. Yet nights when sleep doesn’t come to me I can still hear you calling my name. I can still visual you telling me this wasn’t supposed to happen, that it wasn’t supposed to go this far. To tell me you didn’t exist, and it’s easier that way. I tell myself it’s easier that way, just to make it seem like it is, but darling it isn’t.