These sunny, summer days remind me of you.
They remind me of the wonderful days you spent
in my arms and in my heart.
Oh, I would give anything to make this explosive
nostalgia reality once again.
I need only one more day with you;
But, hell? who am I kidding?
One day is not enough.
A lifetime isn't enough with someone who amounts
to such an incredulous beauty as
yourself.
I can't help but miss you dearly.
I can't help but to cry.
I can't help but ponder on your permanent departure
from the physical realm that we know
as LIFE.
I should be proud of you -- well, I am -- but my arrogance
tells me to mourn; so what do I do?
I mourn,
and I mourn,
and I mourn some more.
I am struck by the mourningful remembrance of your eccentric
existence and of my experience with it.
But I know that one day all of these memories will bring upon
the polar opposite of the feelings they
trigger today.
That is Happiness.
I will be happy.
As a matter of fact,
I am happy.
I am happy that your everlasting fight was began, was
endured, and was ended with a smile.
I am happy for the cease of your suffering.
I am happy that you are no longer a victim for the trauma
that comes with living.
I am happy for the infinite hearts and souls that you touched
with your aspiring inspiration.
I am happy to have, at a point in time, been one of the few and
only who you encased in your affectionate
passion, and ,with a bit of luck, changed my
life forever.
But to speak the least,
I am happy for YOU
Breathe Easy Alexandria