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.