I don’t know what it is
why my words want what we were
why we weren’t what we wanted
where we lost whatever we had
when we snapped apart
it’s all a haze of weak answers
every day a new different reason
‘we were different from each other’
‘we want different things in life’
‘we can never be husband & wife’
how we agreed to part ways
how we knew we weren’t an ‘us’
and yet we pined for each other
what we were was wits wasted
withering within with wistfulness
of what we thought we were
its been too many years now
and yet I want to hear your voice
listen to you while I try to sleep
but I don’t really know what to say
nor do you offer to help much
and we struggle to find our way
our way with words which vanish
as if we never knew the other
I don’t know what it is
why my words want what we were
but some day I will stop altogether
all my mind wants is to be there
where your memories don’t dwell
where nothing rings a bell
when clarity will reign supreme
and put me in peace with whispers
of that clear realization of wise wit
we were nothing but ill fit