There was never enough left of you.

The last time I ever saw you much less spoke to you, you were leaning against the brick wall. People rushed by us but you look like you had been placed there on purpose. You looked like you had been waiting for our argument.

I remember crying but I don't remember anything else. I wanted you to take my hands. I wanted the people in the subway to stop staring. I wanted us to keep pretending it would be alright.

But, like I said, there wasn't enough of you. Too tired to care or too lonely to be... together.

I miss you and if I saw you again I would try and make you whole.