You

All I want to do is write about you.

The one thing I don’t want to do is write about you.

So I say nothing.

I don’t write.

I stay silent.

There is nothing I haven’t already said.

Nothing is different.

The memories are there.

The pain is there.

The what if’s are there.

There is nothing different.

It’s different but it’s the same.

It’s easier but harder.

It’s the same memories.

The same sadness.

The same feelings.

The same conversations.

Nine years later.

We are doing the same things over and over again.

Nothing changes but everything changes.

You’re all I want to write about.

But you’re the one thing I don’t want to write about.