They say time heals.
but some things don’t fade.
Not really.

Days pass,
weeks blur into months,
years stretch on,
and yet,
it sneaks back in.

A sudden thought,
a whisper in the quiet,
a shadow in the corner of a smile.

I try to move,
to let go,
to breathe without it clutching my chest.
but it won’t leave.

It lingers...
a ghost,
a weight,
a question without an answer.

No matter how far I run,
or how much I build new walls.
it’s still here.

Waiting.

Moving on isn’t forgetting.
It’s learning how to live
with what stays.