i woke, with no hope
instead: determination
to get through the day,
where i almost fell back down
but i didn't,
instead with help
of a former poet's
skill of writing
about mourning
and moving on
"forgetting"
where i realized
it's okay, if i try
to forget your death
and if i do
Remember you
not to be sad
it's alright if
forgetting you
helps me through
the day, so i tried
and i have almost
made it, five more
hours till midnight
then, i have made it
through one day
without crying
because of your loss
sorry love,
i'm not forgetting your love
i'm forgetting you
or trying to
to save myself
sorry
i love you
but in the end
you're dead
i'm not
not yet
"Remember" Christina Rossetti.