Maybe it's true
that things will never
be the same.

I get sad
thinking about
everything
and how I can't
experience it
ever again.

But I've been thinking
that maybe
I should be happy
that I lived through that
at all.

I am grateful
for the memories
we created
and I wish
that there could be
more to come

but I understand
why I will never
be accepted again,

and now I'm okay with that.