time refuses to heal.
every memory of you haunts and taunts and shadows my everyday, and
silence is telling me more than i ever wanted it to.
it remembers too much.
clinging to the past i feel inept.
my Joy is overcome by Pain.
while distance is meant to exhaust this ache to see you,
i'm still drawn to your charm, a charm
you are unaware you have,
one charm i selfishly hope nobody finds.
we may have been young and wore naivety with a smile,
yet we shared more than what anyone expected of us.
but now i hesitate in deciding who to turn to.
lost, i doubt every one's allegiance, questioning their selfless concern.
the divine timbre of your voice weakens in my memory.
the glimmer in your eyes fades from its pictures, yet still
time refuses to heal -
it must have its own agenda.
and without any hope or one of my own,
i struggle on, missing you.