Dust

I don't understand,

why it still hurts.

As if the memories,

keep making it worse.

I see your face,

and it makes me tremble,

from a fear that stops my breath.

I wish I knew how to let go and set myself free,

but all people keep telling me,

is to get my act together and see.

"You should just be!"

I think that's easier said than done.

Because you don't see the harm.

It's inside, where it's dark,

and it's breaking my heart.

One day, I just knew,

it was over and through.

I can't believe I got away from you.

We didn't fight or scream,

it was finally reality and not a dream.

Every night since then,

I've worried about trust.

In family, in friends and me,

and it feels like everything turned to dust.