Do you remember holding each other as the birds sang sweet notes?

Do you miss watching them dance from the window like there was no more tension between you and I?

Could you feel when your touch became cold?

Or when hesitation drove me away? Dragging me by my ankles as I struggled to grab onto anything to keep me from leaving.

Eventually I stopped grasping onto walls or cracks in the floor because I realized, happily ever after was thankfully without you.

But the most beautiful thing to take out of that is still today. The song of the birds can be heard outside the window, without recollection of us.