In The Midst Of It All

Some other time. We will come together.
To face what we did not face, before. We
will come to realize that a rose is a
rose, and a stone is like angry words being
pelted at you. Some other time. We will
come together. Angry words, broken trust. A
memory that will never forget. A friendship
thrown out of a window, that was born not to
care, of the things we used to share.
' It takes a long time for something to heal.'
Some other time.
We will come together. I'm not scared of relationships.
I am not even sad about the broken
friendship. I have mourned, but moved
on from my lesson. The rest is for all
to see. Public places, bizzare scenes, I do not
fear the sunlit beams. Some other time.
We will come together. To face the
unseen, from before. We will come to
realize that a rose is more than a rose.
~ We are the creators of attention to reel
others in.