I have been heartbroken.
I can feel that awkwardness, that detachment.
And it’s not easy. Not at all.
Because it’s still raining here.
And I am getting all drenched.
It’s difficult for me to look ahead and walk.
The road has been very slippery.
And I fall. Almost every day.
But I am trying. Slowly. Taking smaller steps than before.
Keeping my head straight and eyes set far ahead.
Somehow shielding the memories,
I am trying not to look back
While I walk.