Every time I think of you,
I think of us.
It is just too much,
I think of all the laughs and silly moments,
Of the times we kissed and touched.
I think of you and me beneath the stars,
With a tub of Ben and Jerry’s.
I think about you and me.
I think about you tucked up beneath the covers
Watching Gok’s fashion fix
And me beside you, pretending not to watch.
I think about everything you did that made me smile.
I think about Kew Gardens
And you doing a cartwheel,
And the golden pheasant,
And the wooden bear.
I think about me modeling for your photography,
The dog always running in the way,
The little black dog
That always woke us in the morning,
And we would laugh
Then kiss,
Then make a fry up
And as we did so, I would sing and we would dance as the late morning sun came in through the kitchen window.
I think of you,
I think of you and me
I think and I think
And I cannot see
How we are no longer you and me.
I think of water pistols in the bath,
Playing call of duty wrapped in the duvet on the sofa all day long,
Watching Doctor Who and Skins and all the other things.
I think about you,
Everyday,
And I remember that we will make no more of these memories.
Looking up at the fireworks,
You in your Wellington boots, the ones that now sit in my cupboard,
Me with my arms around your waist,
Leaning down to kiss your cheek and see your face,
That’s the last thing
And then it stops.
And it is you.
And me.
And it is you and him.
And the fireworks end,
The music stops,
And the last three years are a memory
Instead of the building blocks
That I imagined they would be.
It is your face I see,
I think of you,
I think of you and me.
