it's been four months now.
had a rough January, but here we are now.
I no longer ache.
I don't cry and scream.
I'm at peace.
I've met someone nice,
you have too.
we're happy again.
and that's what happens when months pass.
YOU ARE READING
For Her.
PoesíaWords I should've said but never did, words I'm saying now after the fact.
