The Time Has Come

When the name popped, a part started drowning.
A rush of everything from the past running.
The need of an immediate reaction, to share with someone.
Not that it will disappear but at least not alone.

Legs went weak, hands tremble, heart aches.
Not about the feelings but the hurt kicks.
How not to feel, what not to be?
The reply was needed for a closure finally.

Anger unavoided as time chosen was yet another.
To think positive, execution followed by celebration?
Was it on purpose? How evil can that be of the other?
Racing against the time, that final lap to next destination.

Ouch, it hurts, like those needles on bones.
Sob, it leads, to events of the dones and undones.
Shrugs, it pauses, like a captured life confused in a cage.
Tears, it rolls, to release those ugly hurts and rage.

What has gone wrong?
What was right?
Who created it right?
Who caused it wrong?

Bleeding love, set free like a dove.
Bleeding heart, tied down like a knot.
Feeling light, spirits high like a top.
Feeling tight, choked up like a chute.

No matter, it is history.
No matter, it is reality.
Now or never, hoping pain is not forever.
Yearning for the next, downing that fear is a bitch.

Whatever it takes, brave on.
Even if no one cares, move on.
Against all odds.
Fight all thoughts.

The time has come...