Remained in vain

I thought it was fine, I thought it had healed, but it seems that the wound I got from you is still open. I'm still here, not progressing, not changing, not fixed. I'm still clinging to what I know has been let go, there's a new home and it's not me. The arm you are holding is new. I know it's gone, you won't come back, you won't look back.