A year ago,
me you shattered
my nights you tormented
into pieces.
You never really explained
the reason for leaving
the reason for drifting
gone with nay a word.
Perhaps it was a fling
as common as a blink
Yet you never leave me
not thinking
as if it were yesterday.
Sometimes I travel through
your area and it triggers
such a response as this.
A certain yearning within the heart
a certain hurt that never really healed
a certain feeling of being trapped
in an avalanche.
Hurt, not angry.
Sad, but not in despair.
yet.
