You're allowed to remember"*
I understand, she said, that forgetting feels like letting go
And you aren't ready to let go yet
You're clinging to any scrap of that feeling you had years ago
Any part of the wind that makes it feel like it's not over
Nothing is unending
I can't stop time for you
I can't hold your hand until you realize that loss is just the tide pulling something further and further away
So sit there, and remember
Write a book, paint a picture
And then shower off, wash your hair
Change your clothes
The tide hasn't pulled you away yet
I'm still staring at you from the other side of the bed
It doesn't have to be over yet