pieces of you.

you sent me flowers today.

i had a thought, but figured that it couldn't be you.

wouldn't be you.

but, it was.

you.

and now i'm not sure how i feel. just today i told the story of us, and it brought me back to the sadness and the sorrow.

the what used to be, and what might have been.

and it's pieces of you, that remind me where i've been.
of what i've had; the love the pain the promise and the numb goodbye.

so where do i go from here? now that i'm reminded of where i've been.

where do i go, now?