To the pain that reappears at the sound of every love song, you may be here but like a lightning, you'll cease to exist and be a passing sight. 

I do not deny your ability to slow me down nor pretend that you have no power to stab me inside but no matter how strong and heavy you might be, I'll force my way forward, sighing and maybe resting at times but never stopping. 

I'll let my heart do the workout it needs until you - the wound from a fight, the scar of the past, and the injury that almost killed me - become just a tale of the old.