It has been too long- time is still passing, yet the memories still remain, sometimes clear as day, sometimes like a dream. But the longing to return to you has created a galaxy within me that no amount of stars except your radiance can illuminate.
Perhaps the red flags only become visible after the end. But what if there was no end? What if you look back on the would-be red flags as simply milestones that show how much your partner has matured and grown?
This life is really not so poetic. It's dreary and empty, and almost ordinary. These poems are but therapy- an attempt to make sense of this world and all emotions that come with living in it. They're a coping mechanism to work through the pain and better understand oneself.
Maybe you will survive when the storm is over but you will never be the same. It will leave you broken and scattered, like the ruins of a city and uprooted like its trees. Only a wasteland will remain, to which you will have to refill with lessons learnt.
It's the solitary nights I cherish the most. The silence and shadows, the thoughts and theories- these are the things that keep this heart beating- this is what it's all about.