Forever 26

My heart stopped working when we stopped talking and now I’m stuck being twenty-six, exactly where we left off.

My eyes sting because I know you're in a perfect place. I know you sing her all her favourite songs and read her all your favourite books, whilst I curl up alone in bed avoiding that one song we use to sing because the lyrics now sear my skin and the melody breaks my bones.

I’m sorry I couldnt heal you, I’m sorry I couldn’t be soft the way you deserved. I’m sorry for not loving you the way I know I could have.

The tides of grief haunt my waking hours and just when my eyes flutter shut, when my limbs lie lifeless, my thoughts still flutter back to you: smiling, butterbeer in hand telling me everything's going to be okay; she finally helped you heal.