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By aprilnicole Submitted by aprilnicole33 Date: 2005 Mar 24 Comment on this Work [[2005.03.24.14.17.22375]] |
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My immunity to him seems to be strengthening, As the pain surrounding him continues to subside. Breathing has again become involuntary, As the feeling of life has begun to resurface. Solely in the hands of time, This thing called healing, takes in course within. Although every second is easier than the last, I still sometimes loose myself in what once was... I passed by that old café yesterday, It wasn't any easier than the last time I passed that way. The smell of pancakes and coffee was ever so familiar, Though the smell was delicious, The feeling that followed was unbearable. It was our "special" place to go. Where we first said hello. It is now just an empty memory, a dark hole, Two new souls have captured our love. As they sit at our table, they sit with a glow. Lost in love, as we once were, I question if pain will ever cross their way... I take in reality, As the smell of the café begins to fade away, An incredible epiphany blankets my mind, And I realize that I again will have a blissful place, A new love, and a new face. It's just out of the ordinary it seems, That old café, Our meeting place, our first hello, Is the most difficult, and last there is of you That I must let go |