And I Was.
One day we were.
And then we weren’t.
And I wanted to cry.

I still was.
But you were not.
And you became relegated to the recesses of my mind.
And I forgot to cry.

One day I found you again.
And we were again.
But you weren’t you. And I wasn’t me.
So we weren’t us anymore.
So I cried.

And I still am.

Unprompted.
Author is Sean Prunka
This poem is copyrights 2016 Sean Prunka.