🌿Time is passing............

🌿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 ... 🌺🍂🌺