Afterall , I guess, It wasn't all that bad. Maybe nothing is all that bad. I danced at the cliff with you for a long time , The fall felt like end of life - quite painful but everybody saw that coming. And there were days for sure , when the dances appeared like a havoc , heated with chaos all over it. But we danced through. They told me to move on and forget him. Is that what moving on means ? Maybe nothing is all that bad. I hope our brains came up with recycle bins. Escapism isn't a word , if it is I don't see where it exists. I carry pieces of people with me as I share the same breath with them . And to move on from him took me long enough , but I remember the firsts and the lasts and will always do. Because he took a part of me too , A part that is safe with him. We shared our bodies together , We drew each other on the canvases of love , I dived into you , you were there like a safeguard, full of air. And the laughs and cries are always real , no one can be that fake. So maybe when you share the sameΒ Β corridor as mine and would pass besides me I won't pause to gather the mutual atoms amidst us anymore . I would recognize the smell as something familiar , and will walk away. Maybe it's time to let go