"Misdoubt."

I return
to the words
and the sayings
and times of ours,

and the good that we were
still shines.
And I know

you do, too.
Some thing

has you thinking
of me, the way I

still think of you.

We were fine.

Were we only a way
to help ourselves through

all the things
that we'd have to do -

our new starts?

Or did we go somewhere wrong?
Maybe

we shouldn't have blown apart. But

I've always known,
since we did.
That I could depend on you.
So maybe we're guilty
of one misstep?

So what.

Every one since then has been true.