miles in between

For both of us…

We just seemed to act like nothing happened, like what we had didn’t exist; and I realized it was easier that way. It was easier to act as if we weren’t one, like we didn’t live on the same plane of existence- didn’t care about the miles that were clogged in between us. It was simple to forego reality. I practically forgot you even existed. Yet on nights when sleep doesn’t come to me I can still hear you calling my name. I can still visualize you telling me this wasn’t supposed to happen, that it wasn’t supposed to go this far. To tell me you didn’t exist; and it’s easier that way. I tell myself it’s easier that way. Just to make it seem like it is, but darling it isn’t.