Maybe we should hold a funeral.

For the you who used to be

and the me that used to be.

We could dig a hole and toss in
what we've lost
what we grieve over
what we will never have.

and bury it

deep.

And then we could hold hands

place flowers on the past

and start again

I was so hurt and angry. Beyond hurt. Devastated. Crushed. The fragile shell, with which I had carefully walled off my heart, was decimated into a crushing smoking pile of rubble. Leaving it bleeding and tenuously beating.

I was in such torment that.....

I couldn't see your pain. Your agony.

I realized that if: anger = pain for me, the equation holds true for you.

or is it that pain is easier to deal with if it is transferred into an anger form.

either way. You have been excruciating for a long time. And....

I never once

noticed.


I can get out the bandages and mortar and once again wall up my damaged heart

but you

is there any healing for you?

or does the agony - for you -

go on

and on

and on.