I know everyone is saying that this is good for all of us.
I hear their words and I nod yes a lot and say "I know"
Because I do.
I know that this is a good thing.
She will get better.
I will get better.
We all will.

But I can't keep this necklace from turning around.
And I can't sleep without three of the four
On my body.
I can't close my eyes without
Seeing myself on my knees,
Begging
Pleading
Groveling
With them
To let me see her
To let me touch her.

I give up.
This is not a good thing.
I miss her.
And I'm not giving up.
She is mine.
And I am hers.
No matter what.
We promised.
We said we would wait.
I can't see anyone without
Seeing her.
Every time I turn
Around
I see someone
Who looks
A little bit
Like her.

I miss her.
I need her.
Stop telling me this is a good thing.
Because I don't believe you.