I let you go promising ; to never let you back in.
I refused to visit the graveyard.
Somehow you kept trying to grow back into my heart.
I thought the years had brought me peace.
I could not hear your pleas.
I woke up awhile ago.
I understood that I had not known or understood your true nature.
I am opening, slowly
but, maybe that’s only illusion.
Perhaps, having grown old alone,
I have forgotten the abyss I kept falling in.
I have not forgotten the fear of falling.
