It isn’t real. It can’t be.

They’re gone.
They’ve all left me.
I sit here and wait.
Disturbed by nothing but the wind.
But it’s too late.
They will not return.

Him.
It’s all his fault.
The pain, the suffering
Betrayed by one I trusted
The fury forms like a ball of flames
Threatening to set anything ablaze.

Flowers.
Like a sunset, they glow with the rising moon.
They’re pretty, but I dare not touch them.
Flowers, so delicate
They do not fit in the hands of someone like me.
They remind me of someone I once held dear
But like the flowers, she died with my touch
I dare not make the same mistake again.

The heat licks my shoulder, my arm growing more powerful with every passing minute.
The pain reminds me
Of those I’ve lost
Of those I was too shallow to cherish.
I have to let them go.
But perhaps, not today.
Nor tomorrow.
Nor Ever.

The pain reminds me of her
I don’t like it

Perhaps I can redeem myself
Perhaps it’s time to forgive myself for all my mistakes
Gently, one by one, I let them out.
I let out the memories, the pain.
They’re gone
There’s no bringing them back
But I can create a better future
For myself
And live out the dreams of the ones no longer here
Perhaps it’s time I come to accept my fate
and learn to embrace the pain

My eyes open
For the first time, it seems
It’s bright.
The future hold many promises.
Finally, happiness