…and then there you were,

Alone and lost and so perfect,

The sun was suddenly brighter,

The flowers smelled sweet,

We could handle the little things,

Anything thrown at us was brushed away,

But you took something from me,

Was it time? Was it energy? Was it experience?

I don’t know,

The little things were never really little things,

Brushing them away didn’t fix them,

And then there I was,

Alone.

And so lost.