Last night I was packing,
I saw a picture of yours.
A good one.
A happy one.
Today I looked at it again.
I don’t miss you as much anymore.
But your face will always be
one of the few faces
seared in my mind forever.
I choose to remember
the good memories I have of you.
Tomorrow I may still bleed.
I may still cry.
I may still hope
to spend time with you again.
I may still remember the pain.
But I won’t lose myself again.
I’m reclaiming the void
where my heart once was.
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