Poem: I Ask When

I Ask When
This too shall pass, they told me.
When I asked why, there was nothing but silence.
This was why it never went beyond the first question.
On that day, I never received anything substantial.
I wanted more and rightly so, but it was never the right time.
They proved me wrong over and over again.
These hardened feelings still fracture my heart.
If they haven’t passed yet, it soon will was the message.
But I’d like to know when.

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