Seconds pass into moments,
moments to milestones.

Milestones disguised as memories
- memories the song and story to my existence.
a chain of epochs. . .

Little infinities together,
to become a lifetime
- a story line.

Tales of happiness and victories.
But mine you see,
my story line.

Its scattered.
Scattered with tales
those of loss, death and tragedy.

See, you see today may be March 2, 2018.
You tell me - you say that I must be alive.
I must be alive because that'd be necessary,
to enable me to write this.
but. . .

341 days ago.

My heart may still be beating.
Yet in 18 days,
it will be one year since you went missing.

You see, that was alright.
It was going to be okay
- because you were still,
going to come home to me.

Come  home to me.
or at least that's what I told myself
- even after.

After it was too late,
After you were long gone.
You had abandoned me.
EVEN NOW - almost a year.
A year to the day you did it.

Seconds to moments.
Moments, milestones and memories.

Seconds to moments.
Moments, milestones and memories.

Still hurting.
Heart breaking for you everyday.

I promise,
I won't never forget you.
I'm real, real ******* sorry.
Sorry if it hurts you.

Things are changing.
Memories and milestones in the making.

I'm reclaiming - my heart.
My soul.
My life,
That was in the making.

I'm building a new me.

So, you'll always be a part of me.
A part of it,
A memory,
Always alive with me.
Finding all the parts,
all the ones I loved and lost of me.

I'll always miss you,
always every day.
But you'll always be with me,
I'll carry you inside me every day.

But it's time I start -
Time I give my myself permission.
Permission, to be happy.
To be alive.

Let myself start to live again.

Despite you/To spite you -
Left me, here alone with no clue what to do,
no one to relay on, talk to.

The fact that you. . .
You abandoned me.