You and Me

It's hard to believe we used to be.
You and me.
It's hard to believe what we used to say,
"I love you" and "together we'll stay"
"Through thick and thin"
You know all the cliché' love phrases
That we copied, cut and pasted into a collage
That made you and me.
Do you remember that time we laughed?
You probably could recall one time with enough detail
That we are suddenly gasping for air as we grab our stomachs
bent over in laughter.
We laughed so much that for every minute we laughed,
we laughed enough to fill every day from this year and past.
We laughed so much, that if laughter generated energy
We could have lit up Vegas, New York, and Paris, France.
You made me smile a smile that allowed me to walk
with my shoulders back and my chin held high
to the point that happiness was my morning, noon, and night.
When we hugged, I felt comfortable in your arms and no other.
I loved how we were
You and me.
Until it eventually became,
You. And me.
Love was take back like a chair
being dragged from under me,
and with no balance or you to hold on to…
I fell...in slow motion...out of love.
I got up with marks from the past,
and scars from the memories,
the kind you always want to explain the story
of how they came about.
So I would point to one and say "remember this?"
As if they had already known the story,
but in actuality never heard it.
So it opened up a gate for me
to fill their head with the stories of you and me,
the typical love story that defined how everyone wanted to be.
But as I try to remember it, it just seemed a little cloudy,
You know, like the effect we use to show that someone is daydreaming
the vision of the cloudy blurred edges
that give the impression that the person was possibly...
Just reminiscing.
And as I kept trying to tell the story
It didn't feel like I was reminiscing
but instead making a theory of what could happen
if I mapped out what we could be.
You and me.
It was no longer defined as reality
No matter how many pictures held
you and me.
Or how many times I saw your name with mine
It became a figment of my imagination.
No passion. Just two people. Together.
You. And me.