I often wonder
What exactly it was
That we shared,
That we lived through.

Was it just a phase
That had to pass by?
Or was it something more
That we made to happen?

When it was there,
At times, it made no sense.
At times, it was more
Than all the sense in the world.

It had no name.
A few scattered smiles,
Quite some pain,
But strangely no tears.

Now that it’s all over,
I sometimes wonder
If I am the only one
Or you too wonder?