It's not as easy to talk about the
love for some reason, as it is the hurt
It's not as easy to remember all the
kind and beautiful things said, than the curt

It does get easier as time passes by
But some days are just so hard to get through
For me, I choose to forgive and forget
all the bad things because I need to

It's taken me many years to get this far
And many tears, I've crossed a deluge of them
But I'm not immune to new pains
Or sadness from which this poem stems

As always, I will be fine, I will be okay
I must press on in the usual way
Maybe the snow left me with the blues
But it won't keep me down one more day