it's been almost two years now and it still hurts to say his name
i still remember his calloused fingers and steady voice
i loved him so much and i know i didn't tell him that enough
there's a lot of things i should have done when he was around
when i was driving to his grave, i heard a familiar voice on the radio
i recognized that it was the poem william once wrote me
he must have recorded it as a song before he died
i knew all of the words and i just sat there in silence with tears streaming down my face
at the end of the song i heard will's voice "this one's for you elizabeth, this is us"
and for the first time in a while, i smile
YOU ARE READING
this is us
Short Storywe hold hands but never for too long we kiss but never in public he doesn't want to become one of those couples he just wants to be us so this is us •••••••••••••••• [lowercase intentional]
