In between of the days that passed, are parts of ourselves we may not get back. Untraceable remnants broken and rebuilt. Some thrown to the sky some torn apart.⠀
A more sensitive side that felt the moves and saw the good in everyone. Hurting and healing for others, before becoming walled off, cold and calloused. ⠀
An idealistic side that wouldn't settle. ⠀
A side that was ready for what was to come, believing in five years. But five years later when dreams became realities, a lack of courage kept them at arms length. Realized possibilities only for those with the conviction to act on what they believed. ⠀
A side that wanted to leave the right way, but didn't know how to say goodbye. Staying long after the boundaries were crossed. One. After another. After another. ⠀
A side that didn't want to be a let down, until the pressure overflowed when all that was held was let go. ⠀
A side that was convinced love was enough to overcome, proven wrong by how distance can lead others to become distant strangers. ⠀
A remaining open question.