Echoes of Redamancy

Redamancy, You call it.
Not salvation, but solace.

Was I broken, beyond repair?
Our past, it’s like a scar etched deep into our souls.

Will we ever be able to forget it?
And Will we ever learn to live with it?

This yearning is perhaps madness.
Could love really mend this crack?

Desperation and hope here mingles with defiance.
Should I just disappear?

In the end, how much pain is worth enduring for love?

Jan, 24.

~HrS.