He loved you.
You knew her.
They passed on.
I went away.

The past can remain with us,
longer than we'd like.
A tragedy, those two small letters
tacked on the end.
A phrase once so
endearing, reassuring, inspiring
now turned
cold, unwelcoming, distant.
As the people once cherished
fade to memory,
as the emotions once felt
become extinct,
we try and mourn them
as fallen pieces in a fallen world.
But we need not regret.
We think the tragedy is in the past tense,
in the ending, the nevermore.
But the tragedy is in the past.
The present is free.
The future is waiting.
Your life is ahead of you,
bright and unscathed.
go. live.