It doesn’t get easier.
Time doesn’t heal.
Humans just forget easily.
We forget the pain, we forget the loss,
we forget its root cause.
And then something little happens,
and a gush of memories hits you
like the wind blowing on your face.
Until a song comes on the radio,
Then all you can think about is the car where you both sang.
Until a scent reminds you of that day
And the way the air felt against your skin.
Until someone says a phrase that takes you back
Then you miss the laugh you shared that day.
Until someone wears that shirt
Then you miss the person who wore it too.
Until you find a quote on the internet, from a book you read
Then you remember the phase of life you were in that day.
Until you eat a morsel of food,
Then you remember the thoughts you felt when you shared that meal.
All of a sudden, the strings of time, intertwine
All of sudden, the past, as gloomy as it was, seems to shine.
Hindsight bias hits you like a hammer,
suddenly, tears fill your eyes, your voice begins to stammer.
You miss a different time.
But that’s a lie, you miss the hope
The hope that tomorrow would be better
And today is better, but your heart is never content
It’s like a refuge seeking a tent.
But in a city full of empty houses, nothing seems to feel like home
Even home feels like a cage,
Even the world, feels like a stage.
And you wait for the writer to write your happy ending
But life goes on
And you continue to feel like you are missing something,
Like something is always pending.
Like something is missing from your story,
And maybe you will feel that way until you are old history.
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