23rd JUNE

Could it ever be the same?
Would things ever go back to normal?
Or is this our new normal?
The thought of these things,
Plagues my spirit Indeed.
As I lay helpless and clueless
My mind travels back in time
To 23rd June
When everything changed.
As I watch the prelude to the dreadful deed,
Marooned, I frantically scream at thee,
To take another course of action
To do something different,
Anything.
I looked in my direction,
And I must have seen myself,
Cos I smiled and in a flash,
The deed was done.
Now you was screaming,
Those screams; The ones that been haunting my every waking,
You picked up your bag,
Slammed shut my door as you walked out my abode.
And I awoke
Just another nightmare I sighed,
Then my hands moved concurrently with my eyes,
To my right where you'd lie,
And the glaring emptiness of my bed,
Sent a chilling reminder to my brain
That my nightmare was now my reality.
You said its all okay now I mutter,
You said you'd forgiven me I utter,
But its all changed,
This I know
Cos if it hadn't
You'd be by my side.
Could it ever be the same?
Would things ever go back to normal?
Or is this our new normal.