A whisperer in my ear said:
“It’s time for you to concentrate.
A time to clean a room full of his absence,
To destroy the memories he had left.

It was time to figure it out.
A time to undo the things you did.
To rest after restless nights.
A time to choose what was best.

It was time to understand.
To make use of faults both made.
A time to clean up history.
To wipe the tears you lately shed.

It was time to wake up,
To make up with people you hurt.
A time to accept whom you,
Due to him ignored and hate.

It was time to concentrate.
To know truth from lies he said.
A time to rethink to provoke.
A time to decide the end.


A blessed day has arrived,
To let sun’s rays illuminate.
To heat the coldness of the past.
And it shall your heart penetrate.

As the rays heat your heart again,
You shall hear him scream and burn.
And as you stand there watching,
You shall give no hand, no aid.

You shall go on with your life,
Blackened pages once were white,
Shall to white return.
As you look around, don’t wait,
For time has come for you to create.


After you blow the past away.
After you rebirth what had fade.
Joy shall always by your side exists.
A smile shall be your own friend.”