Imagination

You know sometime it was good to just lying on the bed as if you were dying or something. Staring at the ceiling. Thinking what you might do if you had another chance to make things right again. Then the radio start to play some music that feels like they understand you. They get how you feel right this moment. And then a tears started to falling down. And you to lazy to wept it away. So you let it flow freely. The memories came creeping back. The words he said came running into your mind like a wind or something. You laying there, wishing you could do something. But you too broken to do it anyway. So, you just laying there and fall asleep. Hoping that tomorrow when you wake up, it will be a new day. A new start. Somehow later that day, you doing great. You be fine. You picking up the pieces. You did things you used to do. You do what you love. But somehow once in a while, the memories came creep back. And you miss him. But this time you accept that this is just what it going to be for awhile. But you will be okay. Healing takes times. Even Rome didn't built in a day.