You're gone.
See, I've accepted it.
You've left the story,
But your name still stains the pages of my book.
Maybe I won't again receive the pleasure of your eyes piercing mine,
But I'll always remember how it felt.
Someday your image may fade from my mind,
But there's no way of erasing the fact that it was once there.
You're gone.
But at one point you were here,
Beside me
With me.
And I wouldn't trade that for the world.
Because while they can take you away, they can't take away the fact that you were here.
You will forever be a memory tangled in the depths of my brain,
Intertwined with thoughts of freedom and happiness and peace.
Together you make a blanket to protect me from the storm that took you all away.
Your memory is all that I have left,
But I'm trying to let that be enough.
