NOTE: This is the first of two pieces. The second immediately follows it, titled: Self Inflicted Wounds.
Everywhere I go, I'm reminded of you;
places I go with my friends, things I do-
all things we did together-
now just memories.
Every song I hear on the radio
brings you to mind; that concert
we never went to; every ballad,
each love song... Rascall Flatts-
reminds me of you. I see you.
Every church service brings longing,
not peace; pain, not healing. All of
our friends in one place, at the same time.
I think of you. I miss you.
Every time the phone rings I
secretly hope... But my hope is
foolish and fleeting; it only brings memories,
and memories only fuel the pain.
I created it... the pain.
I turned you into them... the memories.
I did this- broke... us.
Broken.
it's a lie you know.
Time doesn't heal all wounds.
Mine are still bleeding.
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