My future seems like one big past

Aching for a moment spent with you. Remembering every moment we shared together. My future seems like one big past. You can’t kill what you created, which leaves the weight of our love bleeding through my vision. Endless hours spent reminiscing about what could have been. Rumination dominating my every conscious moment and suffocating my existence with things that should have been said, and apologies that should have been shared. I try to wash away the onset and upset with long baths and scolding showers, but alleviation is momentary when your presence was so prolific… read more >