...When Our Roads Collide...for the nth time

There’s distance in between, but still the phantom of your grip still embraces my sense of touch as if it’s real. Two broken souls starting to cover their wounds and rest their fractures; a total separation caused by a deliberate accident, juvenile and reckless. But I feel that everything is forgiven, but not forgotten. History is too lucky beyond comprehension if it claims ownership over a year’s worth of joy and sorrow, comfort and pain. It's not easy...but let's see what's life has prepared for us to endure...