To Him

Ten Years. Has it really been that long? Yet you surge back into my reality like a flash of lightning on a cloudless day Who gave you permission to live in our past while speaking from the future? To speak to me with such witless wisdoms and empty excuses To carry no guilt and continue with no acknowledgement of past pains I live in the memories that you chose to forget. The moments that you should still regret. Clinging to the futile hope that my feelings would be heard. But Ten Years is long. Words burned into my heart have long since departed from your mind. "You're not even pretty "You owe ***** an apology" "It's all your fault" Ten Years breeds a careful silence. Tailored texts curating an image of strength. - hiding my past self from *you* And how does the lightning storm that you brought to me end? Another meaningless message that you will never prove true. "I love you daughter"