The distance grew, but I said nothing,
wondering what I had done,
or worse, if I had not done enough.
Was it me?
Or was there something else I didn't know?

I wondered why I was always alone,
why there was always that darkness.
Staring at the bottom of a glass answers nothing.
The journey always ended empty.
Maybe one day I'll understand,
hoping for that happily ever after.

The truth is, I love her.
I have always loved her.
She is the home I dreamed of,
the life I aspired to,
the partner through the journey.
But they say you will know love when you let her go.

It burns in my eyes,
no more tears to fall.
The ache in my chest,
no more beat I can hear.
It's cold now.
No more warmth as her touch fades.

I miss her sun,
the warmth on my face.
I miss her laugh,
the melody in my heart.
I miss her smile,
the kiss upon my lips.

When the light is gone,
I have to remember.
I chose to let her go.
She needed the time, the space, the distance.
I have faith in that one simple day
when she walks back through that door.