Echoing throughout these walls, I hear; in this emptiness I see, those long lost years, the newfound fears and abuse. We hold hands, we aren’t together, we say things but barely talk to each other. There’s no forgiveness surrounding us; there are no memories, only nightmares and tremors. All those nights blanketed by the stars, told me, “it won’t be like it was”. Yesterdays lived in fear as tomorrow approaches the now, it’s near. Regrets aren’t justified by repentance, the scars I bear demand penance. Blame doesn’t survive the absence of shame, all I see is ourselves and the distance. We’re all the same.