A floodgate opens by, of memories rushing hither
Within that diary, my emotions nearing wither.
‘Twas us against the world, a battle was fought.
Left you strong, but I was broken and distraught.
What do I do with these papers and this ink?
The dusty fabric has secrets aplenty, you ‘d blink.
There was love there, and tenderness and care.
But then, you made clear, those feelings you did not share.
It took me time, a great deal of distance.
And here I am, relishing my sustenance.
Yellowed pages, dogeared ends..
They call out to me, and show me the bends.
Of lies, betrayal, heartache, and all the evil rest.
Move on, Life did, for it always knows what’s best.