Ten months later,
I feel that I’ve aged well beyond my years.
Every once in a while, I think back,
and it still brings me to tears.

Sometimes they come without warning;
I’ll cry over movies and cheesy television shows.
But, what really gets to me
are the things that no one knows.

So, I'll just sit and spit out static;
a cold caress for dormant ears.
Love, like laughter, does no true healing -
in truth, it fades & disappears.

Distance gets the best of us.
We cling to what's left, and it shows
in our small, shaky steps and the way we accept
second-best for ourselves, I suppose.

You don’t know
what I went through that day,
and how it haunts me still.
Please, don’t try to understand;
it's just not possible you will.