That's what I keep telling myself,
is it a good thing or a bad thing?
Almost four months of heart breaks
and a kick on the gut.

And it took me so long to write this poem,
That today marks the 244th day.
Or i dont know, I lost count.
It’s safe to say that it’s been a while.

I don’t really know how I managed
to still be here, breathing.
When all I wanted was to see you,
and look at your smiles.

It’s been a while, and I’m still here.
Maybe because he’s looking out for me.
And that’s the thing that lets me sleep.
That keeps me going.