The day I saw coming, but was never prepared for.

The time we spent together aged well, withered, and died.

The songs we sang together were soulful, deafening, then silent.

The stories we shared with one another were whimsical and inspiring, but contradictory, confusing.

The betrayal was sickening, unexpected, yet unsurprising.

And here I sit with thoughts; elusive, and nostalgic, and binding.

Wondering why the day you left felt crushing, and joyless, and comfortable.