Some times

There are times when things should be said
Things should be done
It is met with silence

Then there are times things are done
Without thought
Automatically

Sometimes things are said because it is felt
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back

But there is a sometimes

That trust is broken
A wound never fully healed
Starts to bleed out again.
The slither of hope that all will be right again
Vanished