It is said that time is supposed to heal our wounds,
but what happens when it doesnt?
Sure, I can always
attempt to move on,
let you be gone-
but my broken
heart travels within me
everywhere and beside
everyone I go to.
It makes everything
turn cynical,
predictable,
and pointless.
Why bother when
nothing ever lives
up to the dreams
I had with you,
the world I built
with you,
the places we'd gone,
the things we'd seen...
It is only you that could know
what it is that I mean.
Maybe one day,
by the hand of fate's blessing...
we will be off
separately roaming around
places we've never been,
seeing things we have never seen...
such as one another,
for the first time...
all over again.
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