The More Time Passes

I find the more time passes,

The memories seem to fade.

The hands of time keep moving on,

Emotions start to trade.

Instead the path together

Is fading like a dream.

You take a couple of steps alone,

It’s not as hard as it first seems.

Instead the way is clearer,

That you are moving on.

Remembering why you never

Let anyone in at all.

You’ve made some new routines now

That involve just you alone

But it doesn’t feel quite so bad

When it’s not fragile as wishbone

You thought that you were worth it,

That fighting for you was important.

That love would conquer any pain,

But the past is now distorted.

I’m realising I don’t need anyone,

To have to fight for me at all.

Because the only one missing out right now,

Doesn’t have me anymore.

(Imagine by digital blasphemy)