Not even a story

I need no things to remind me of you, 

I won’t worship our memories and I’ll make you no promises 

We don’t need a soundtrack or a breathtaking view, 

I’m fine with being forgettable, are you? 

Are you still in with no damage control? 

No acting, no lines, 

No critics to rate us, no fans to adore us, no applause for our show, 

No prizes to win at the end of it all 

Who are you doing it for? 

Are you still in if there is nothing more? 

Not even a story to tell, 

For how could you ever start to explain 

How we broke ourselves into million pieces just to mend them together in one 

And then come back as two who have nothing in common with 

Who we were before we've begun?