a year to date

a year to date, it still hurts like a plunging knife into the gall bladder. moving on has not been easy, when the heart still pines for what it is missing. but a year has passed and the heart grows colder, harder and blacker than the that heart shaped rock you stepped on. it feels like a lifetime. regrets accounts for nothing when time stands still. will we revisit next year. i do not think so. see you.