When it’s time

 

I dream of the day that I will walk away,

Shedding the pain in my heart along the way.

When your dreams no longer make me cry in my sleep,

And the memoirs become a fond memory from wistful weeps.

 

The day that I find the courage,

To ask you what is going on in your life?

To hug our beloved memories tight,

Before finally keeping our bedside picture aside.

 

That day I will cease to fear,

Any mention of you that I may hear.

And your name will not make my heart race,

The knowledge of our zilch will not halt life’s pace.

 

I will embrace the dissolution of ‘us’,

In the truth of our coexistence in the universe.

It will not mean that I will have you in my heart any less,

Only that I couldn’t bear to keep up with this life and its mess.

On that day, when it is a life devoid of your hope I choose,

I will carefully pack us in a box, with a part of me to forever lose.

 

 

2 thoughts on “When it’s time

  1. Love and loss and the journey to when the pain of the loss subsides to a reasonable level and life become the new normal as pack away the memories a piece of ourselves locked away forever with them. A sad but beautiful portrayal of this journey. ❤️

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