Together we were

Together here we were

that futon crackling under the weight of

imminent dismay

destruction

and two days of unfortunate waiting.

That last time together I allowed you to

take advantage of my 

fear and anticipation

and I remembered nothing.

I have repressed so many images of

us, together we were and I can't stop

remembering small things,

real things that I am not proud of.

I can not believe we have nothing to show for

the two years we were together and

those nights spent crying and clenching fists.

I'd rather forget the good parts because

I remember that we were happy

together, we were.

Confusion sets in and I just want to forget

the nights spent laughing and the nights spent

in each other's arms together, we were.

Now we are apart and I do not want

to be together the way we were.