We both ask each other how we are, if we are okay, if we are fine.
We ask those standard questions to cover the ones we want to say. Until one of us slips and strips those words with their own facade.
We have moved on with our lives.
That's for sure.
But we haven't moved on from the feelings, have we?

I reached out unto your cage to release your shackles
but you closed your doors hurting my hands.
The pain is real and I am left confused.
All I ever wanted is for you to be free.
Yet you bowed your head in defeat
and retreated back into the shadows.
I'm not sure for whom my tears will be.
Do I let them fall for you?
Do I let them fall for me?
I've wounded myself and the scars are reminders of you.
I never thought holding on to you would be this painful.
I'm ready to take the fall with you
but you are full of what ifs and maybe.
So I guess I'll just let my tears fall for me.

I wished..
I asked..
I plead..
I prayed..
..for time.
..more time with you.

And the Sunset witnessed it.

Her heart ached for the sorrow she saw in his eyes.
She reached out her hand to him.
Yet he chose to drown himself alone in sadness.
She burdened her heart of pain for the both of them.
Hearts were broken. Tears were shed.
She cried for him while he cried for another.