I am wonderful at hiding it, aren't I? You'll never see it again, love. But I'll feel it until I'm old and I've forgotten our name.
I'll have given you every day of not seeing it, and I'll breathe my last breath having lived my life far from you, but also right beside you.
I can slip you in beside my prayers, like the deity I always saw you as. I can keep reminders like a temple in my mind, for it was never just love, but a salvation.
Life goes on, and we move on, but that doesn't mean any of it's ever gone.
Not for me.
When I say forever, honey,
I mean it.