This anger, it fades
And I know its ok...

I sit and I wait
A constant debate...

A discouraged heart
Worried soul...

I walked so far
I forgot about the pain...

...every word of this poem is true. My husband...
Just for one hour...

My mind is a trap
That steals my heart...

This room,
These walls...

I can't will us to be close
Maybe I try too hard...

How can it be?
My writing is a blessing and a curse...

So you came back,
And you stayed for a while...

I'm already gone.
Gone for good...

Strange how some memories lose their reality
Where they once were so strong...