Can you remember what it felt like?
Only you will know for sure.
Maybe you’ll retrace your steps,
Embracing memories evermore.
His words are so familiar.
Etching black holes out of a bright future.
Rants in agitation, grinding down
Each day. Agonising over a forgotten past.
Read into it what you will.
I won’t tell you how to live.
God knows I’ve been there too.
Her patience turns to impatience;
Truly, you should be the inpatient.
No release can feel as good as
Owning the loss and releasing yourself.
Will you ever loosen your grim grip?