Time will heal
The skin tingles when you wake up, their fingers have touched you in places where you were scared to touch yourself. You don’t miss them, but their presence. You don’t miss their activities but how it made you feel. You don’t miss their void, you miss what you used to be before them. To be complete with another puzzle, you need to let go of some of your own pieces. Where certain pieces fit perfectly and some get roughened around the corners to fit. You miss their smell, the way they used to dress when they had no time to, what they used to have for breakfast and which spoon was used for their coffee cup. All these memories are stored in a car where there is no driver now, stranded in the empty road of the mind. where it sits, decaying with memories getting mixed up and distorted with tears and time heightening certain of them and pushing away some. One day the car will become a puddle of things, and around that will be some pieces of you. Some pieces which you had become but now won’t fit within. No matter how much pain it causes, how much you feel life is uncertain without them, how much you feel that all is over now. You must remember that birds build their nest all over again after storms and they do so after the dark sky has faded behind the blue. Your blue sky is about to come. Some people are amazing, but it is us who give them the adjective in the first place.
You will pick your pieces up either on your own or time will for you.
