Unspokenword

I try to go back to our tree and lie beneath the branches but I always end up in tears. I wonder if you ever come back here and do the same. Most nights I think of you with her and wonder why we couldn't have both been in your life. I wonder if you ever do the same. Sometimes and only sometimes the memories get too much and I think about what would happen if I never finished this day. I push that thought away when I think of you doing the same.