I keep finding myself,
looking at our old photographs.
Trying to hold back these tears and realizing this heartache is finally here.
Returning back to the thoughts that we thought we’d always hold dear.
Promising we’d always be.
Uttering three words we dare say without fear.
Forgetting about all of our fights and disagreements.
As if they had no weight to how our story ended.
Dumbfounded that we couldn’t make this work.
© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2016