We Once Were

December 14, 2008
By heather long, Guelph, ZZ

If I felt like any of this mattered to you,
I think that I might be okay.
But every time I hear your name,
my heart breaks;
like the bones of a child
under the weight of a thirty year old man.
And would this be like saying,
that I feel dirty and disgusting?
That I feel worthless, and that meaning worth nothing.
Yet sometimes I feel a laugh rip open my lips
when I feel you beside me,
because though I try, I can’t remember who we were
and this idea seems absurd.
Because I know that we once were everything,
it was you and me and we meant everything.

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