Its time to move on, trying to ignore what has written in my book, an old chapter has ended and a new one about to start, searching for a new memoirs new people to live it with, not knowing if they worth it or not, but what i’m sure about is once again a mistake has been done and another wrong person i have chose. walk the path of regret was never my intention, but it was clear the path was fell with regret, “ignorance is a bless” what the devil kept whispering in my ear.

After someone dies
for me after the wounds
that I never thought would heal
scab over
After a year or so
the scab that is left
is what my brain has been wired to do
I still say
they are
and everyone else says
they were
and I say
he/she is
instead of was
So I want to keep believing that
people wont notice
but they do notice
I can see that melancholy glimmer
in their eyes
when I talk about these friends
these family members
who still Are
to me
and never will be
*were