Loneliness has always been a friend of mine,
Slowly surely and moving me towards the place call alone,
I pick up the pieces of the memory,
You walk away like a wind without direction
So both of them talked. It is now over fade to black. What he wished for can never come true and sadness fills the gaps of despair. The words hurt and cut deeper than any blade for the wound is not physical but emotional.
In this time of despair and damning moment, all that can be done is to move forward but the chains are stuck and being dragged along. For how long? So long to the once peaceful days, our torment begins from the days of goodbye.
Understanding self, understand. We just lost everything.