It still hurts

When I see them.

I remember.

They ask me to visit.

I’ll forgive them

for they don’t understand.

I walk alone



But people and events

can’t fix the pain,

or make it truth.

So I move on

with no map to follow,

and a hollow place

where they used to be.

Hearing their threats

of damnation.

They’ll puff out with expectations

but we’ll both go into the void.