You go there,

Every day,

Remembering what he did,

Who he was,

Because you know he would never want you to

Forget

...

Sometimes you cry,

The tears leaking out,

Before you can stop them,

But you think it's okay to cry,

In this place, at least,

Where you're almost,

But not quite,

Alone

...

And then,

You'd walk away,

H o p i n g

(Because really, that's all that's left)

W a i t i n g

(Because you always are, for something)

And r e m e m b e r i n g,

(Because you could never, ever forget)

...

And one day,

She comes towards you,

With a promise,

A hope, an idea,

Something m a g i c a l,

Something wonderful.

...

But you say no.

At least for a while.

She understands,

You always knew she would.

...

Sometimes goodbye can mean

Yes, but later

Sometimes leaving,

Means loving

And sometimes

Living, means

Letting go.

...

And so you let go,

You run wild,

And you're a l i v e.

Because you finally accept that sometimes

It's okay to move on.