the wind blows and the radio is playing low
I see the setting sun
the sky has split into its selective differences
how beautiful
he's the first to speak, he asks me how I could've possibly been with a guy like that
all I can think to say is I was happy
I say it again
I was so very happy; I almost remember how it felt.
my eyes start to well and I realize even as I've healed it's still there
I think he'll always be, clouded, hidden just in front of everything I have to try so hard to remember
I can't hear him anymore
I no longer see
really feel
yet my eyes remember so well what to do
maybe one day soon I could be ok in his presence within my mind