A Letter For You

I’ve been drifting in silence, hoping that the time that goes by heals what all that used to be mine.

Time heals all, so it seemed,

But there has always been a rift between you and me.

I’ve tried to climb it, and mend each root,

Blending what was broken felt like progress was being made,

But somehow all those problems stayed the same.

It’s odd to miss something that caused me so much pain,

And maybe I don’t and I’m just ruminating,

I’m not certain, but surely it is better this way.

I repeatedly say,

I thought I’d have more to say than that, since I always seem to.

And maybe this is it,

A confession I guess is, I still bleed when I think of you,

And all we have been through.

How much I gave and how much you held,

Breaking every one of the promises we made.

For so long, I’d forgotten you or tried to,

But now it seems I owe this letter to the man I once knew,

Or at least sought to.

Practicing silence only created paths I cannot walk alone,

I feel so distant from myself, who I was and where I called home.

Healing a wound like this is not easily done, that I do know,

Just as a butterfly sheds their cocoon, it cannot be rushed,

But it is a gentle, patient, and tender process,

As one should be when loving someone.