Alive

The nagging pain is back. She's been wondering why. Suddenly, she stops -- not just her, but everything around her. It's like all the blood in her body froze, leaving that heavy, cold feeling. The bitterness of what has happened all dawned on her, as that time of the year drew closer. Nearer. As if it's right beside her ear, whispering, all that once mattered to the two of them.

Why has it been so hard for her? How long has it been?

There are a billion questions left hanging.
A shiver rises up to her nape knowing that answers will never be provided.

Those ghostly thoughts keep haunting her. They're very, very much alive.
How can you kill something that's been dead for so long?

Has she been wanting to get rid of them? How pathetic.

She's all torn up.
Can she still handle it?
Knowing it all fell apart.

But then, was nothing ever worth fighting for?




Oh yes, very, very much alive.