I think of my responsibilities,
A journey still stretching far ahead.
And if I remain here, rooted in the past,
I fear I might stay forever—
Trapped in memories of what was,
Shattered by what can never be again.
It hurts because I cared too deeply,
It hurts because I loved too fiercely.
It hurts because I was never truly seen,
And because it doesn’t feel the same anymore.
These thoughts make me feel small,
Pathetic at times,
And I wonder if I’ll ever truly grow—
In body,
In mind,
In spirit.
It breaks me anew each time I think,
A painful reminder that I can’t let it go.
I still have them, but not as close.
I can only adore them from a distance,
And that distance wounds me the most.