What It Took To Bloom [Poetry]

Time in the train

On my commute to work, I was happier, because I would forget

It has been awhile and my mind would love to forget

Go back to how it was

But when I attempt to recall and think of you

I can't help but yearn to remember 

How it feels to hug you

How that voice of your glides through the air so gently

How beautiful your eyes were

But it is all slipping away

And haunts me

It conflicts me

Because I am not sure if the relief I get from forgetting the pain of your absence is worth losing the fragments of these memories

And now on my commute to work, I scramble in shambles on the ground in the train as I head to my 9 to 5, trying to pick up these pieces but every time the infinitely long train halts at every station, the inertia just push it that much further out of my reach.

Every time the door opens, a fragment falls through the platform gap. 

And those memories are now lost forever.

I go back to my seat from the ground in the train as I head to my 9 to 5, because I needed to sit, because I am in pain again.