July 27th

That last song, it was for me a taste of what was to come.

It was the song that prepared me.

The song to which we would get prepared.

To leave, to separate without having found each other.

I could listen to the song we listened to when everything was fine.

When I was fine, in your bed, your arms, your bathtub.

The song which didn't sound like the end.

The one which could have lasted for hours and still be too short.

The one which was playing on a loop without us realizing it because we were feeling too… good?

I don't know what we were nor what you felt.

I can only describe my own feelings and my fear which would often ruin the moment.

Have I really made the most of us one day while knowing we were always about to leave each other, without knowing how long it would last?

I've had good times, so good that it hurts, so much that I still cherish them today, now that you're gone.

I don't know if I'm ready.

Ready to relive all this.

Ready to remember our moments of fleeting joy, imbued with false hopes, which hurt me more that our definite end.