The time grows,
leveling the edges of memories.
The pages where I bled,
long forgotten, like a pain unlearned.
Still the eyes burn,
from the unshed tears.
A pain buried so good,
like roots that spreads deep.
In between the beats, 
where my heart goes weak, 
it tears my soul, 
like a parasite, 
sprouts out through my chest.

One day,
we’ll taste our favorite meal—
not knowing it's the last.

One day,
we’ll speak a word—
and never speak again.

One day,
we’ll laugh with friends—
unaware it’s the final time.

One day,
we’ll take a breath—
and not exhale.

They still carry love,
from lives once lived,
walking paths with
belief in destiny.

Their love so surreal,
kissed by every wound.

She cloaked in petals,
with a bleeding heart.

Just as tree waits
for spring to bloom,
he waits for her,
to heal him.