She is gone.

She isn't coming back.

As I look back straining to see her.

Grasping for a thread of hope.

Hoping that it was only a dream.

A terrible nightmare.

Clinging to belief.

Believing that the fairy tale exists.

Existing to love her.

Loving her because it's who I am.

Refusing to let go.

Because if I did I would be letting go of myself.

Of everything I ever loved.

Of the only home I ever had.

.....

She's gone.

She isn't coming back.