well even a broken clock
is right twice a day.
with my hour hand disabled,
so much time had slipped away.
it was completely made apparent,
that i would never know,
how many minutes, how many seconds,
it would take me to let it go.
and not one person had advice,
on how long it would take to heal,
they said everyone was different,
pain always has a different feel.
but you could read it in my eyes,
they were cold and broken,
they said it could be months or even years,
with not one more word spoken.
so i set out to find myself, to let go of all the pain and hate,
and ironically i found out of long it took,
two years to the date.
everything was gone, nothing was left,
the weight on my soul was lifted,
and the universe had shifted.
the answer was two years,
two years with healing purpose,
just to later learn in just passing him,
it took two seconds to resurface.
there is a one that got away. there is a theme here. there is a sadness that surrounds it. hello… can you hear me? can anybody?