three years,
seven months,
three weeks,
three days
later
that's 396 days,
396 sunrises,
396 sunsets,
and a million new memories
in between
and one would presume
that's ample time
to let go,
to move on,
to forget,
and to be okay
one would hope
that's ample time
to heal and recover;
to be a whole again
YOU ARE READING
this is what a broken heart feels like
Poetry"you gave the worst goodbye, and people ask me how i've been"
