🌿Time
is passing.
Passes,
and
they lied that heals ...
Or
perhaps the wounds are very deep.
If
one day returns,
I
can hardly answer.
The
past is in the past.
On
this,
perhaps,
finish
...
I
am not ready to start all over again.
There
is no place in the heart of the living - a wound in a wound ...
Yes,
I
missed,
I
confess.
I
really missed...
That
"Everything is great!"
lied
to both friends and mom ...
She
smiled during the day,
sometimes
from a pure heart.
It
is only during the day,
and
at night,
holding
the sheets in a fist,
Loudly
roared,
shouted:
"Where are you gone?",
"How
could you do that?" and millions more questions.
I
after all waited for you,
truth,
and
believed sacredly,
What
you need,
what
you miss too.
I
was even afraid to imagine that everything was irrevocable.
That
you leave everything without pain and pity ...
But
we must live on.
Happy
to be / or seem ... /
We
must live on.
And
will. After all,
you
live.
We
must find the strength to admit to ourselves:
What
you once saved cannot be saved ...
🌺🍂🌺
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