Like time suspended,
a wound unmended–
you and I.

We had no ending,
no said goodbye;

For all my life,
I’ll wonder why.

Love is a game
of tic-tac-toe,
constantly waiting
for the next x or o.

Lang Leav

Before I fell
in love with words,
with setting skies
and singing birds—
it was you I fell
in love with first.

You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.

I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.

What was it like to lose him?” Asked Sorrow.
There was a long pause before I responded:

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to
me—said all at once.