I know, I know. It's a tough word to swallow. I'd be lying if I said it gets better in time, though it does in pushes and pulls. One step forward, two steps back. Then two steps forward, one step back. It's that deadly dance between lost lovers, which never truly finishes so long as they're both alive and in each others' lives.
One day, hopefully, there will be no stepping back. Though I'm not counting on it. Being human means to hold reflection. It's how we judge the world.
And so, I've looked and looked for a poem to capture this moment in time and how I feel sometimes (early in the morning, late at night), and I found this on an old Word document. Did I know back then what I would go through, or did I foolishly think this was beautiful and pure, with no dark tints between its fine lines?
This is for all of you out there who -sometimes- feel the same.
Heart! We will forget him!
You and I -- tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave --
I will forget the light!
When you have done, pray tell me
That I may straight begin!
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I remember him!