I'm tearing, I'm breaking,
and I'm trying to mend my broken heart.

Am I okay, you ask.

No, I'm not.

But I am getting better.

I'm certain I am.
I have to be.
I must.

Time will not stop just because I'm having a hard time,
neither will my tears just because I plead.

But the seconds also don't flow as slow for you,
who aren't in grave despair.

I'm trying,
give me time.

Let me grief.

— Y.H.

mourn,
gentle fervor.