You had healed.
The memory had faded,
And the hurt had finally let you go.
But today you woke to the thought of his voice. His degrading tone is almost as haunting as the lingering grip he left around your neck.
You have to truly forgive what happened, but not for him.
He sleeps just fine at night,
And so should you.
They say pain comes in waves. Will I ever stop drowning?