Us

I miss us. Walking down the streets of crooked lines Hand in hand Under the bright moonlight and hazy lamp posts Talking for hours On end like there was no tomorrow Like nothing else matters only the two of us And the dreams we had were promises of a paradise that eluded us And that one brief glorious moment in the most mundane of circumstances, I knew It was going to be you. You were the one. So, yes. I miss us. I miss the possibilities then the anticipation of a life beyond amazing... They say we enter into this thing with blinders for eyes and earplugs for hearing. Now that we are stripped off of everything... What is left? Love? What does that even mean? So, yes, I miss us. The notion of us. The concept of us. The excitement that was us. The exhilaration that was us. The joy that was us. I miss being so sure that it was you. That it is still you. To forgive... Forgive me. Forgive you. Forgive everybody else. Forgive the world. Forgive us. Forgive ourselves... so damn hard to do. So what now? Nothing and everything. Whatever happens, happens. We are not in control. The Universe is.