you never move on from it,
you just learn to live with it.
the dull ache,
clawing the walls of your heart,
screaming to be acknowledged,
begging for his presence.

but despite all of it's attempts,
you've learned to ignore them,
you've learned to supress them,
you've learned to cage them,

the passion you held for him
the burning spark of the love you felt for him,
is now just a withering flame,
held captive in a place he's always lived