Memories start to bleed, one into the next
Feelings fade, as does the need to reach out, to text
Tears, they still fall, but less and pain, it is still felt deep within my chest
Panic subsides, and gives way to a space for grief
And yet, my insides, they still tighten and ache, seething for relief
A belief, I may carefully hold, if I may, to be so bold,
Hold back my outright hope
Restrain my running thoughts
And. Keep. Still. Finally.
But yet,…the flood remains.