Today the stains on my soul say otherwise
They don’t speak of the pain I was in
The stains fade away.
And the tears,
I am no longer sad,
And I don’t want it to end.
My unhappiness is just snowing inside,
As I wait for the sunshine.
You don’t have to talk to me
My inner voice is my companion
My comfort is no longer thorny
I am swivelled by the garlands instead
I travel miles away from you
And you, stay there, like a diminishing old memory
Waiting to be forgotten,