The moment of truth,
the moment of clarity when you finally realize,
when your eyes see what you do not want to see,
when you have no idea it has been going on,
their laughter, their joy, their memories that are being made.
the price you pay for shutting down the other fragment of the world that kills you.
The laughter,
the joy,
the tears,
the memories.
Flashback like the passing wind,
And you feel what you have never felt in a while.
Sadness.
The ghost of your past comes back and haunts you.
And then it stops.
For the moment, the scar does not hurt as much,
and it does not overwhelm you with the desire to stick a knife in your heart.
No darling dont hurt yourself.
Smile.
You try and try to feel hurt, to feel lost, to feel the aftermath it is suppose to bring.
And then you realize,
at that split second moment,
The person you loved,
and the person whom you once called your own,
perished a long time ago.
