Nicole Johnson

Once it’s gone, it’s hard to grasp.

We chase after it like bees to honey.

Forever stuck in a maze filled with misery.

Every word they say suddenly becomes blocks of ice that protect us from shattering.

Those three words used to mean something.

Now, they’ve suddenly lost all meaning.

There are no words of similarities.

There is no bridge to climb and get over.

We stand before them, surrounded by the gloom of muffled screams.

We wished it to be different.

We wished it to be gone.

We can’t fight the voices inside of our heads that beg us to take a step back and walk away.

Suddenly we are bare foot with no where to go.

He sat on a park bench, overlooking the water.

The way the sun glimmer over it, it was magical.

It was the way she once looked at you before the war started.

Who you are now, she never knew.