Your name still resonates in my head even when the present carries a new whisper within the trees.
My mouth still forms for you even as the past dwindles away.
My body still dreams of you...
To erase you, would be an injustice. To forget you, would be a crime.
There is a tear deep down, one that penetrates past the coping mechanisms and the therapy, one that remembers what was real.
This is a nod to what will continue to be unattainable.
This is the pain that surfaces when selfishness leads to impulsiveness.
This is what happens when impatience breaks both parties.
This is the pain that surfaces when selfishness leads to impulsiveness.
This is what happens when impatience breaks both parties.
You can't make peace if you started a war.