I Still Wonder...

I wonder how people can close their book so easily, while I am still struggling to keep a full stop.

When the topic is "him" there is no full stop, neither an end.

As I stood looking myself in the mirror,

I saw the broken me, still missing him.

As I broke the mirror,

As blood ran through those broken pieces,

I saw the shattered me still holding those broken pieces.

What is the most difficult one? Move on, he's gone.

The feel of throwing out him from my mind,

There comes my heart reminding him.

Crying out loud, still grew my pain big.

Smiling and laughing still reminded him.

I am still bound by his memories,

I still choose to keep them safe.....!!

That is the most difficult one!