I thought of you today. Just sitting there, doing nothing, I thought of you. I wish I could control where my mind wanders.

I thought I heard your voice today. The way you sounded so long ago. It's as if you were whispering in my ear, even though I know that this will never be again.

I wish we could go back to the way things were. Back before the pain and the hurt. But we can't. No matter what we wish for, no matter how hard we try.

I go through my things as I unpack. A sting of pain goes through me each time I find a gift from you. Reminders of the good times we had, of the good times that aren't forgotten, of what was destroyed, of what was taken from me.

I want you out of my life, but I don't. I want to forget all about you, but I can't. I want to cut out that piece of heart you reside in, that piece of brain that you haunt.

There are times when I wonder if you have the same thoughts. If it is as painful for you as it is for me.

I wish I could just go back to you.

I wish you could just come back to me.

I wish we could just go back.