Retrograde

It’s supposed to get easier, as the thoughts begin to simmer.

It’s supposed to feel lighter,

Still - not yet, while the clouds remain under a grey cover.

The tears should dry out, drop by drop.

But still, there are days…hours…minutes,

When they would flow, cold and uncontrolled.

The anguish should ease, the despair slow to cease.

Only now replaced by a hollow pain, echoing soundlessly,

Heart-wrenching, beating in vain.

The sparkle should return, where hope and love had once lived.

But the world remains still and silent,

The magic within, forever dimmed.

By day, we move and smile and laugh,

Pretending that all is well,

Without a backward glance.

The nights are the hardest,

The dawn, more so.

Can you feel it vibrate within you, settling the hurt that we cannot undo?

The ball dropped hard and fast, and it shattered my world.

While yours remain intact, shielded from the story that has yet to be told.

Today was one of those, with moments I can’t shake,

Today was one of those, when I wish you can feel,

This resounding beat, constant and real.

Today was one of those, like an aimless rift,

For no one else knows what it’s like to suddenly be left.