March 18And maybe…March 18 by Shientah
Maybe one day, you’ll be able to laugh
and thank God that the “what ifs”
stayed as “what ifs”.
Because you’ll know that, no matter what,
You wouldn't trade in your present reality
And you’ll look back
on times like these, when
you sat alone in the dark with
your fragmented memories scattered around you and
the single hole in your heart still
(even though it’s been years now).
You’ll look back
and stretch your arm out to your broken past,
as though you could somehow
if you could,
you’d hold her the way she needed to be held,
tell her the things she needed to know
(the things that you know now).
And you would whisper into her heart
the one truth that she needed to hear.
The truth that you have finally come to understand:
“I promise you,
it gets better.”