And there you are again
With the same smile as months before
An undying crescent on your lips
But this time fractured by dark shadows and twisted words
A thorn on the stem of a rose I once held
preventing me from grabbing it with my outstretched arm
can you still feel the gutted petals?
I can.
And there you are again
Back in my line of vision
right at the corner of my wet eye
A weak ghost of what was such a strong memory
And Looking at you is still
like daggers.
This kind of captures how I feel at the moment in it's very simplest form.
Just needed to let it out a bit.