there were

there were
so many
things i wanted to
tell you
that i didn't and
maybe we just
ran out of
time
or i forgot
your number
(though you'd
always had
mine, we
both admitted
later)

there were
so many
times taken
for granted
things i
tried to
hang on to
the shadows of
forgotten
moments or
an illusion of
before the fact
memory

long gone
before we'd ever
even
conceived it.