The blossoms fell,
for their first time in years.
The need had vanished, almost as though it was never there.
However it's traces remained.
The music that reminded her of the pain and heartbreak,
the poetry that could force those times into memory,
The thousands of tears shed for his well being.
Finally she felt their weight lighten.
A new life,
A new beginning.
She has felt moments like these before.
Small glances of times where her pain fluctuated from unbearable to dissipated.
She realizes her first love will always hold an important part of her heart,
but peace will slowly make it's way back,
These restful moments in life never fail to remind her that.
Loneliness is a hurtful emotion that grew at her very roots,
it easies itself into every tear,
every crack,
And it may always be this way,
but time heals,
or so they say.
She just may need more than most.