Rewind.

I still think of you every time I drink.
I never got to mourn the us that never was.
I hear your voice.
All your opinions.
And your strength.
I was always protected.
I look around to see that I lost you.
No one is there.
I feel relieved.
You were never mine to begin with.
I always asked why couldn't we just be.
Never did I let anything discourage me from having those feelings.
Ever great story must end with clarity.
Or maybe it was all a dream.