We are that

  I heard a song that made
my eyes weep silent wails. Buckets
of dry flakes, supposed to
be tears. Dust seen.

  Acid corrodes the emotions.
Crawling deep in the earth as I
crave one last touch, one last
whisper. To feel your hand in
mine.

  Ah no. My body shakes over
and over as I tear myself away
from those memories. My choice
to walk away.

  Silence. I stayed. Even
though words, questions wanted
to pull apart at seams.

  Sigh after sigh. Bittersweet
are the times. Want to go
back, stop time just to recall
laughter, hidden happiness.

  Long ago. Not now. Now
I am here. Step and step. Laying
down the harsh blank line in
the air. Sending chills down
my spine to remind myself
not allowed to remember that
way.

  Changed. We are that, yes?