I have been running with memories of late. Memories that run like slow lava across the cracks of my heart. Maybe it pours to heal, to show the distance of how far I am now than I was before.
These memories float in as they please.
How when they dress differently can cause deep hurt inside of you. They no longer appear to how you know them. Even the glimmer in their eyes don't shine the same. The cockiness or aura defies all the years of courting and marriage that you have known them. And this person standing before you to pick up the kids you both made, is completely a whole other person that deletes all the things you know him by heart.
Lost were the days when he lets you stare at his profile and drink in the sensation of his skin. The one who used to hate it when you try to show affection but you know that he needs. The person of principle and knew means around only what we could only afford.
Then looking down at my feet. I silently felt poor in the material things that I own, while he stood there feeling full of himself.
But what hurt more was this bitterness of how quickly you lost the person you knew for over 10 years. No longer appear the same. No longer smell the same. No longer feel the same. No longer have the same core of a person you knew by heart.
That was one of the moments that hurt.
The silent hurt.
But I lived through it. And rejoiced with the man who changed.
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