You

When I think of you,

I remember everything.

Everything we did together.


When I think of you,

I remember us.

Us, lying together.


When I think of you,

I remember you.

You and your way of holding it together.


When I think of you,

I remember me.

Me, myself, and I, one person, stitched together.


When I think of you,

I remember them.

Them and their way of not wanting us to be together.


When I think of you,

I remember love.

Love and how it held us together.


When I think of you,

I remember pain.

Pain and how much it hurt to be together.