I spend most of my nights wandering.

I stumble to the places that bring back the moments we use to have together.

What an awful thought.

The Past tense of it all.

When did that begin to be the very thing that described us best?

Past tense.

We are no longer long nights with laughter and Moans that bleed into daylight.

Mornings filled with coffee and running late goodbye kisses.

Afternoons filled with texts “i miss you”.

Evenings wondering what to watch and eat for dinner.

All washed away.

The “we” switching to “I”.

Now all there seem to be are the long nights without.

Now all I seem to be, is wandering.