Brenda's p.o.v
Swept away by the waves and winds of change,
reliving the past feels strange and yet bittersweet.
In a world where nothing is ever permanent, concrete,
or complete, I do not control time. I am torn asunder,
but I am learning to surrender. Although your heart is
as big as an orange, you are turning into a ghost.
I forgive you for all the long pregnant pauses between
your words.I forgive you for being absent instead of
present.
