I endure. That's all I do.
I hope the dark wood passes and at the end, there will be sunlight, just like I remember.
Meanwhile I pretend the sun has never left us. That I can still feel its warmth on my skin.
I mimic the person I used to be, walking in sunlight with you.
And endure the dark numbness.
We might get separated. We might not find the edge together.
I might leave these woods alone.
But I don't care how it ends. Good or bad.
Together
or alone.
Because at the end, there will be sunlight.


















