The words remained stuck in our throats

Like stones at the bottom of a well

We built fortresses

To shelter ourselves from the rain

We look at each other without seeing each other

In the reflection of our anger

Each of us walled up in our own story

Prisoners of our solitude.

But time erases nothing

It only freezes everything

We can hold hands

Without ever touching.

To forgive is not to forget

It is not to say that everything is alright

It is to decide to bleed no more

On the thorns of the path

It is to open the cage to the bird

Even if it is still afraid of the sky

It is to remove the last bandage

To finally heal the wound.

It is a journey without moving

Towards a calmer shore

A bridge thrown across the abyss

The ultimate courage.

The echo of silence becomes a song

When your name is finally whispered.

Forgive me.

forgive me . sorry ....