I awoke from your burning casket
so abruptly,
I did not even notice
I was no longer chained to your memory.

I sing again, and laugh again
for everyone to hear,
and far more often
than I ever did with you.
I did not even see the cage you put me in,
until you were completely out of my head.

I do not think about you much anymore,
and I cannot even begin to explain
how freeing that is.

And when I think to happiness,
I do not see your stone scarred face,
or your shadowed skinny torso,

Instead I see train track bridges,
and two beautiful blonde boys
strumming a Baby Taylor guitar.
And countless days,
spent beneath the sun
in a river that felt more apart of my heart,
than a part of the landscape.

I think of the way her smoke rings
could hit your face just right,
and how contagious laughter could be,
when you are sharing memories and a bottle of cheap *****.

The good times, have not killed me yet.

In the same bed I shared with you,
I found love that was greater than you ever gave me,
I found the acceptance I never felt from you,
I made memories that mean more to me than you ever did,
and I found an extreme happiness and content
I could not have found until I was rid of you for good.

To others;
Love lost will be replenished,
maybe not in the same way,
but it will be replenished.
It all just takes time.