Where does the story of us begin?
Where does it end?
I swear I didn’t mean to scroll through every picture on your page
But I was looking on their page and they tagged a picture of you that reminded me of us
and down the rabbit hole I went
Where does the story of us begin?
Where does it end?
I loathed every picture of us
clicked “right click” “delete” so many times that my index and thumb went numb that last night
My heart was numb that last time
I wanted to erase you,
forget I ever loved you
Forget love
Now I frantically scroll
Through for
Traces that you loved me once
We were this happy, weren’t we?
What was this thing I was looking for outside of your arms?
What was it again?
The words “moved on” do not matter
I have “moved on”
You have “moved on”
We have moved on but what do I do with the piece of your heart I’m left holding?
What did you do with mine?
Every time I see you I’m taken right back to that place
That first place
The party
The introduction
The knowing you weren’t my type but not being able to hide the curiosity anyway
The sense that you could build me or break me with a sigh
Now you hold a woman who strangely looks like you
She is not beautiful
But she has your smile
You both smile in that guarded and disarming way I came to love and abhor
Have you moved on?
At the end, I only thought of the bad times, the trail of disappointments and never enoughs
Tonight I wonder what would have happened if I had turned back around that last night
What would have happened if I hadn’t thrown the bracelet in the trash right in front of your eyes?
What would have happened if that anger, the cruelty, that fear hadn’t…
Where did our story begin?
How will it end?
Does it end because you are now hers?
Even though I think of you sometimes?
What is an end when your face still lives behind my eyelids
When my fingers still find your page, time and time again?
What is an end when the beginning is just a click away?
– SOO