The scar from
his departure
is still fresh,
the thought
i can’t forget
him scares me,
reminiscing does
not make it easy, yet it helps,
a mixed feeling
of pain and pleasure,
i see him
in my dreams
and hear the
echo from his voice,
i am a mirror,transparent,
a reflection of him.
flashes of images I see of him.
my mind a board and my memory
a brush painting our years together.
He is always around me,
hovering, and there is no escape.
how can I live like this
and why won’t I live this way?
mood swung of his,
while he was here.
could this have
been responsible too?
now, it dawns on me.
this is a cycle
i will live in,
until I embark
on a journey
of no return.
