You and IAgain and again Always almost Never enough.- A world of almosts

What no one ever told me was that sometimes ‘time’ only adds layers to the wounds and if you scratch off the dust years later, you will still find him in your blood and flesh, residing in a vacant house that you thought had no tenants. Time. They never said that time only teaches us regrets.

What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.