eventually you are no longer angry
it fades and the wind dies down
and you’re left
staring at the leaves on the tree outside your bedroom window
you sit in the place that used to see all your tears
you forget, as time ages and so do you
you forget faces and names and all of the reasons why you were so sad
and you’re not necessarily happy,
you’re more empty
but life goes on
and you’re left with questions
and the peace that maybe none of them will be answered
at least, not today