a dimension where sentiments reign

former

what's in the past
has passed and gone,

or so I tried to tell myself.

so when I look at you now,
still breathing,
walking-
basically living,

I try hard to convince myself that the
pain is normal.

that sad stories leave scars
in the end, inevitably.

but still-
it surprises me to this day.

how weird it is-
that people are actually
capable of making

a new stranger
out of a former dearest one.