What Was and Used To Be

What Counts; the air in my lungs the blood in my veins the love in my heart the thoughts in my head What mattered; it used to be only you the way we felt the times we had together we were-now used to be What Is; a cold silence interrupted by none hated memories fresh within us brings up the past more than the future anxiety turning our heads back quickens our pace to get away startling our hearts wasting precious energy What Used To Be; together eachother's happy warm What I Am; doubtful stress-free untrusting tired tired of you.