Every once and a while things will be different.
People will be out of place. You will wonder why it happened and what pushed people away.
I wonder when and if things will change. I wonder what made you forget my name. I wonder who I am when you think of me. I wonder if my hurt will ever set me free.
In my life I am dealing with a lot of pain. A lot of things I am letting go. It causes me shame, but I know,
that things aren’t always what I feel. I know that my hurt isn’t always what’s real.
So, I push very hard past my truth and the lies.
I push very hard part the tears in my eyes.
I grab hold of the things that I know are the truth.
I grab hold of the things that I know about you … and me and us and the things we went through. I grab hold to them and accept that I miss you and that you miss me too.
Every once and a while.