And you taught me what this feels like,

And then how it feels to lose it.

And you showed me who I wanted.

And then who I wasn’t.

And you ticked every box.

And then drew a line.

And you weren’t mine to begin with.

And then not to end with.

And you looked like everything I wanted.

And then something I lost.

And you get thought of every day.

And I worry that I just fade from your mind.

And you let me leave.

And then wish I’d stayed.

And you almost killed me.

But I didn’t die.

JMS