One day, I will leave you behind.
You’ll no longer visit my dreams.
That song won’t echo your name.
I’ll stop checking in with “How are you?”
Your location won’t matter anymore.
Your well-being won’t be my concern.
I won’t ask your friends for update.
I won’t flinch at who you’re with.
I won’t wonder how you’re doing.

That day is almost here.
Your memory is fading.
Your eyes blur in my mind.
Your smile no longer mine.
Your pain doesn’t reach me now.
Your problems aren't mine to carry.
Even your scent has left my memory.
And your tears? No longer my fear.

She was drowning in the ocean of emotion
I gave her my helping hand
She was trying to hold my hand
But waves of ocean pulled her backed
I know she is brave enough to fight tides
And I hope her to see on the sandy shore again .

Broken things can be beautiful too,
With cracks and scars, they’re something new.
A broken vase, now fixed with care,
Shines with lines that weren’t there.
Even hearts, once broken, beat strong,
So remember, when things fall apart,
There’s beauty in fixing a broken heart