wounds are resurfacing, albeit at an inopportune time. why does Truth look austere? -makes it all the more difficult for me to grapple with. imagine; there's more yet to come, because i'm still waiting to know.

a letdown. utter disappointment.

years have flown by, i thought time heals all wounds. yet they're festering. now. maybe because i kept on denying i felt the hurt. i masked all my sorrows, in all earnestness believing i was able to cope.

how does it feel to stare in the darkness alone? the darkness filled me with fear, it gave me the shivers. you created ghosts out of us then. as both my pillars of support crumbled; i, too, collapsed. the whole world came tumbling down. yet, there was a hope that everything would be rebuilt. and you were that hope. why, OUR HOPE. why, it just left.

life.. distraught, without joy. it was a struggle to return to normalcy.

life has gone on.

but,
did you know,
i'm still waiting,
and you're still absent from my life.