One day as you sit in your car, waiting for the signal to turn green,
You’ll realise that you’ve stopped hurting.
The past will begin to feel like a dull ache, one whose absence you won’t feel.
It’ll happen slowly and then suddenly, when you least expect it.
As you look back at life, the music in the car will grow faint…
And you’ll realise… that just like the rose that bloomed only to slowly wither…
Everything comes to an end.
Everything, especially pain.
Then, you begin to heal.