Where? Where are you?

And most important, where is us?

Did us ever existed in a place outside the spectrum of my dreams?

I've come to think it did not.

I've looked for it here, there, inside my sheets, outside lips, and underneath my skin.

There is no sign of it.

So we are way past the end now.

We are in the nothing, feel nothing about this stage.

And that is the worst stage.

So, now that is over, I can't help but think

How you promised you'd never let go, and how you did.

And oh how I hate liars.