The Blood & The Bones

I keep forgetting where you end and I begin and the blood and the bones in between.

And you’d think I’d of let go by now since I haven’t seen your face in more days than I can count. And yet I see it every night when I’m asleep.

But, maybe that’s where the we that we were lives. Somewhere in that place in between.

Yes, the me that was me and the you that was you.

And maybe the us that I knew lives on there forever or maybe the there that holds together the you and the me was really only ever just a dream

LL~