Just a thing.

Just a thing that used to be,
You and me,
Though once we flew close to the sun,
Our dreams stripped raw,
Our plans new spun,
Felt sure we were supposed to be,
Everything was you and me,

But soon it all became undone,
We were not us, but each just one,
Alone, and guarding our own pride,
Shielding what we have inside,
Licking wounds, and wondering why,
In the end we have to cry,

But tears go by,
With each new dawn,
And though we limp,
We still move on,
Till time it morphs,
And you and me,
Are just a thing,
That used to be.