not done yet

Inspired by: This Boy by James Morrison...

I'm still here
But it hasn't been easy
I'm sure
That you had your reasons
I'm scared
Of all this emotion
For years I've been holding it down
For years I've been holding it down
This girl tries her best every day
But it's all gone to waste
Cause there's no one around
This girl she can draw she can paint
Likes to dance she can skate
Now she don't make a sound
We'll play in the park until it's too dark for us to see
Well we'll make our way home
With mud on our clothes
She won't be pleased
For years I've been holding it down
And I'd love to forgive and forget
So I'll try to put all this behind us
Just know that my arms are wide open
The older I get the more than I know
Well it's time to let this go


Fiction:

While making the last stroke on her first completed painting since the accident she decided that this wouldn't be her last painting like she had once thought. She had contemplated giving up, but in creating something she realized she was helping herself heal. The painting had a feeling of pain which she guesed came from him and a shallow sense of happiness which she guessed came from him as well. He was her happiness and the sad that came when he wasn't there. To think that just three months before this she was lying in a hospital bed crying from the pain was astonishing. And to think that a month after that she was still at the hospital lying on a hospital bed crying for him. He was her everything and he didn't know. It's not that she never told it's that he doesn't know now.