More than 2 decades has gone by.
The hurt is still real.
The longing is even bigger.
Your love! is all I need
Your love! is all I crave
I never know how to mend this wound, nor that I want to.
That’s OKAY.
This scar means that you are real.
That your love is real
The smell that I no longer can sniff, was real
The hug that I no longer can embrace, was real
YOU were real
You ARE real
You will always feel REAL,
inside my memory.
the 24th of September is not the day that I long for.
Not then, not now, not EVER.
The DarkJasmine 