As I sit here in my room,
AllI can think of is you.
Your laugh
Your Smile
Your Touch
Your Love
I can't help but to think if
it is me to blame for the fallout.
If I pushed too hard,
If I moved too fast,
If I pressured you at all,
If....
Who knows what happened?
Was it you?
Was it me?
Was it time?
Was it fate?
Who really knows.
But I move on...
Taking it one day at a time,
Mending and picking up
the pieces of my broken heart.
Finally, I am ready.
I have healed,
Or so I thought....
