Walk away

It's sickens me,
Every action,
Every word,
Every glance.
Each a new knife driving into me.
And yet I've learned,
To bury the pain.
To hide it all and keep walking.
Walking past your smile that could make the sun look dull.
Walking past your laugh that could put a child to shame.
Past your voice. A tune forever burned into my head.
A voice I will try to forget but would never want to.
For there is nothing after. And nothing before.

Author's Note

Any and all criticism is accepted and appreciated