She is like a song,
I secretly love to hear,
But skip evey time it plays.

Because it's too familier.
Too Close.
Too full of her.

The music knows my Memories,
The Lyrics knows my ache,
so i press "Next"
Pretend i don't miss.

I walk.
One step.
Then another.

Each one.
Forgetting her
Almost

Your smile was warm,
your touch was kind
But holding on was tough
I needed to find myself,
To know that I'm enough.

Losing is not wrong,
Helped me to learn and see,
Now i feel a strength inside
which makes me more free.

So here i stand with open heart
ready for what's new
and losing you has helped me find
A path that's mine and not ours.

I've never seen a finer artist than her.
She crafted herself so well, it took a long time to see her broken heart.
Now, I want to be the finest potter,
To reshape and fix her broken part.