The Park

Walk out the house, slowly toward the park.
Every steps I took reminds me a lot,
Sitting at the park, after so long I didn't want to step in there and look at the play park.
There is so much that can make me smile ,memories.
I stunt.
Tears flow on my cheek.
I'm fine if I'm in pain by myself.
Words that I want to tell , but I know I can't do that anymore.
People tells, time will give some help, but how come I don't feel it?