You have said, that it has to be

Our future is no longer we.

There's always you, but without me.

I cling to our memories of what went before

Before you said we were no more,

With your suitcase in hand, you slammed the door.

 

It seems strange, yet clear to me, I'm

Unhappy being this carefree,

I want a second chance at being we.

I cling to our memories of what went before

My deepest love was yours, for sure.

I wish I had shown you much more before.

 

The problems with us, being we

I now admit, was mostly me.

No effort spent by me for we.

I cling to our memories of what went before

My stance towards love so uncalled-for,

unaware of loves' whys and wherefores.

 

The future, for both you and me,

No longer us, no longer we,

My heart bleeds for what used to be.

I cling to our memories, those good times before

It's not too late for us to re-explore,

Stay a while longer; unslam that door.