Auditing

I think I have forgotten

Exactly what we meant

Become complacent in our love

The novel turned routine

The thrilling to mundane

Now I have to search

Review the records of us

An audit of our making

Evaluate our past

To find our truth once more

Because I can’t start over

With someone who’s not you

I can’t go back to searching

For something I won’t find again

Can’t undo what you did

With someone else’s plans

I would rather fade away

Than try to move past you

If I even survived the sight

Of you walking away