Winter

 My favourite tree is now mostly bare. Winter has set in. And I wait for the excitement of seeing new buds in Spring. 

North

 You not being there for me taught me what love wasn't. I found my own way. 

I'm my own North Star.

Gone

Going from a place that was full of love and life, to rooms that echo, I craved for that company again. But it wasn't coming back. Life had shifted and there was no return. 

Of course I miss them. I miss each and every one of them. I miss the chatter around the dinner table. I miss the togetherness of everyone at the end of the day. I wish I had stopped a little, and savoured the moment. I wish I could have known back then, that this was going to end and it will never come back. I would have hugged them a little harder. Looked at them a little longer. Taken them in. Absorbed the moment. And I would have said "Please stay."

Scar

What happens to skin when you cut it? It heals. What happens when you cut that same spot again. It heals, but it toughens. That's right. She doesn't feel the pain now. You can't hurt her anymore. 

Detached

I am so proud of myself. I think I've healed parts of me that were wounded. Today, I didn't get affected by what once would cause me anxiety. Today, I noticed it, but took it in my stride. I surprised myself, actually, at the detachment I felt. Have I healed? Am I okay now? Stronger? Better? Is this what it feels like to finally let go?  I hope so. 

Longing

 We aren't going to survive the night. 

Our heartbeats are too erratic. 

Know this though, 

When the longing was so pure,

You were the one. 

Sentimental

 The piece of cloth you gave her, a fragrance, a painting of you both, an envelope with your handwriting on it, she has kept it, and kept it away from harm. Because when someone special gives you something, it marks sacredness, uniqueness and a forever. They are now in a box marked with your name. Nobody is allowed to touch it or see it. It's because you're important to her and everything she connects with you is important to her.