You Were the One

He says:

Saw a girl I hadn’t seen in a long time. She used to be mine. Saw her laughing and happy and sweet, with her cheek pressed up against some other man’s cheek. That was her. That was her without me.

She says:

You fuck, don’t you remember leaving me? With someone or someplace else to be? I cried when my little love died. That was me. That was me without you.

They say:

You were the one for a long, long time.

I can’t stand feeling so mean. Sick and stupid and weak. I cry, and then, again and again, I say goodbye. That’s you and me. That’s you and me without us.

You were the one for a long, long time.

For a long, happy time.