When the birds sing again and their tune warms my heart. When I look for sun and not a rainy day. When I see hope on the horizon and can cry without regret, then perhaps I will be myself again. Until that day comes, I will dwell on the rich memories that I hold near and dear to my heart. I shall get lost in photos of what we had. I will remember only the laughter and warmth, but not the anguish and sorrow, for now this is all I have. So do not ask me again if I am all right, just wait a little while and we shall see. Each day a smaller part of what was dies out and I become a little more like myself, but for now let me live in the past and reminisce about what could have been. Then on a day appointed yet to come, I will mourn my last and grieve no more. I will start with a clean slate as if I had lost a dear friend. I will bury the past and look to tomorrow, when our love has finally passed on.