Thinking of You, Thinking of Us

I find myself thinking of you,
thinking of us,
thinking of the years that have passed;
thinking of how time,
after all was kind–
giving us enough memory
to learn from our mistakes,
and enough to forget
to forgive our mistakes.

I find myself thinking of you,
thinking of us,
thinking of pain that didn’t last
thinking of how grace
can never be earned
and that forgiveness
cannot be paid.
But, that letting go
is priceless.

I find myself thinking of you,
thinking of us,
thinking of end
thinking of done.