Back to life...

Losing the sense of them coming back...
Triggers the grasp of reality clinching facts...

Living life without their presence becomes a thing...

Slowly getting over what's to be known as a fling...

Goin from missing the caught in a trans...

Always having that linger of hope making its stand..

To not feeling the luv once shared...

As if the heart truly is a sponge that cared...

Rung dry from all the tears that's fallen...

Unseen by eyes to witness the depths stalling...

Unable to cross over willingly to have a life...

The moment will remind one of the phase to correct the mind...

Finding a way as single as I've can be...

Drifting back into a smile placed in reality...

Thinking thoughts of how far self dove in...

As empty hands is the beginning of the build up within...

Ready n willing to enjoy time...

Knowing happiness creates its own shine...

Feeling the freedom come to terms of solo...

On the other side where they do not exist away from foes...

Once the feel of wanting an other fades...

Sighs flow accepting there is no need in hate...

Taming the rush of the wild that had gotten outta control...

Gathering the pieces of an old self put on hold...

The awakening sneaks up with a chuckle due to its finally over...

As one with emotions kick-starting the motor...

Wanting the need of something new...

In a different kinda way unknown by a truce...

Laying in greener grass without the heartache sinking in...

Allowing the butterflies to simply tickle there rib...