A year ago,
Though you were here,
We still weren't 'us.'
It's been a year.
Here I see you again,
I think of you,
Or I think of us.
But this time,
I stand peacefully,
On the ashes of who I used to be.
Neither that I am in pain,
Even sorrow has faded away,
Nor that now something remains.
Or maybe something still does,
Not sure if it'd last a lifetime,
Those weren't too good ones,
Those are the moments frozen in time.
YOU ARE READING
Sorry
PoetryIf I had a penny for every time you made me feel worthless, I'd be worth something by now.
