Two Years Too Late.

I have the necklace you gave me and nothing else.

My only reminder that you were once someone else.

I contemplate, "Was he the one for me?"

Or, on a path, were you just temporary company?

Chemistry I've never felt before.

Warmth that had always been my home.

Am I editing what I remember of us?

Or two years too late, I'm feeling it all, a rush.