Melancholy

The emptiness is unfathomable. I feel numb all over the place but I felt a pang of pain inside of me remembering it all too well.

Ironic how a heavy heart holds too many empty spaces, words that are too big to fulfill with mundane things when all its ever done is hold love, cry over tragedies and live in between.

Scars would re-open, old wounds would bleed, but all of these would heal in time. But the irony of a healing heart is that, it would still ache. Waking up with only a memory of them all over you.