JacintaZoe

I write to you now as a married woman.  Not to be patronising, but to say it all still hurst, all the broken friendships, the ex-boyfriends who ran you into the ground, the bad memories, the hurtful comments of your past, they are still there. They sit there quietly, just watching your life go by, and slowly, we fill the cupboard with more and more and the memories are replaced with new ones, and yes occasionally you may be forced to dig an old memory out from the back of the cupboard, but it will be worth it if it means you can finally throw it away. 

I’ve sat here for a while, wondering why, as a married woman, I hope an old Love still thinks of me. Do we really fear being forgotten so much, maybe that’s all this ever was, a way to be remembered? 

Life is so fragile... It comes so easily to the most of us The air in our lungs But there is a moment in all of our lives that that will stop The last breath will catch up with us all Be it old age or cancer, an accident or disease that claims it’s reward And when it comes  When there is no more our lungs can breathe we are dead And the shock ripples through hundreds of people One moment you were there  And the next you’re gone  So quickly  No matter how slow and painful the death  The line between life and death is so thin  And when we hear those phrases  The ones that make death sound almost bearable  Passing away, gone to heaven, in another life, at peace Aren’t we just hiding the truth that that person is dead, gone, forever All their memories flooding the minds of those who knew them Their pictures stuck to the front of our minds  All we see is them and where they are no longer are Death.  Is so shocking  How it steals life from the dead and the living  How the living have to live with death Learn to start again but differently somehow  Always with first love in the background  Always with a brother or sister, a son, a daughter no longer with us

Death.  Is so shocking When we weren’t expecting it to come so quickly  When we thought life was inevitable  Death is so cruel when it steals our last goodbyes  Leaves us with regret  Leaves us with an emptiness that never shrinks but we learn to build around it Hoping that one day the whole in our foundation won’t cave