Still.

I write notes in my phone, every now and then. I find that it helps me gather thoughts that I otherwise might lose. But I usually avoid reading them back – because some thoughts just deserve to be lost.

Today I perused those snippets, knowingly deleting them as I went. Erasing their power. But this one I found and thought worthy of sharing. Because pain we share is halved, so they say in Dutch. ‘Gedeelde smart is halve smart’. Thing is….I think even half of this pain would still be torture to bear. Guess its worth the try none the less.

As memories fade,
And light dissolves..
I look ahead,
and still see you.

When silence breaks,
And cars pull up..
I shoot upright,
And still hear you.

But that car is only ever neighbors,
Thriving in those bright lit homes.
And however much I’d want it,
It’s still never you that comes.

Lay my fist upon the concrete,
Of yet another unbudging wall…
But that does nothing for our story,
Because there’s still none there, at all.