there is no us.
of course I can't get you out of my head.
of course I still think about the nights we lay,
craving sleep, but craving each other more.
of course I can still feel your fingers,
running mindlessly through my hair.
of course I still remember how safe I felt,
when you put your arm around me and pulled me close.
of course, I think of all the things we have yet to do,
places to go- just us.
but sadly,
there is no us.