I still write about you sometimes…
Someone asked me if I missed you. I didn’t answer.
I just closed my eyes and walked away.
How do you keep going when the worst thing has happened?
What do you have to change inside to survive?
Who do you have to become?
I’m sorry, I don’t expect you to understand.
They don’t know who I am anymore.
Sometimes memories sneak out of my eyes and
roll
down
my
cheeks.
I keep myself busy. Everytime I pause, though, I still think of
Y O U
but
you’re the one who taught me that courage is all about having grace under fire.
So….when the days get tough
I write about you.