These sunny, summer days remind me of you.
They remind me of the wonderful days you spent
                 in my arms and in my heart.
Oh, I would give anything to make this explosive
                 nostalgia reality once again.
I need only one more day with you;
But, hell? who am I kidding?
One day is not enough.
A lifetime isn't enough with someone who amounts
                to such an incredulous beauty as
                yourself.
I can't help but miss you dearly.
I can't help but to cry.
I can't help but ponder on your permanent departure
                 from the physical realm that we know
                 as LIFE.
I should be proud of you -- well, I am -- but my arrogance
                tells me to mourn; so what do I do?
I mourn,
and I mourn,
and I mourn some more.
I am struck by the mourningful remembrance of your eccentric
                 existence and of my experience with it.
But I know that one day all of these memories will bring upon
                the polar opposite of the feelings they
                trigger today.
That is Happiness.
I will be happy.
As a matter of fact,
I am happy.
I am happy that your everlasting fight was began, was
                 endured, and was ended with a smile.
I am happy for the cease of your suffering.
I am happy that you are no longer a victim for the trauma
                 that comes with living.
I am happy for the infinite hearts and souls that you touched
                with your aspiring inspiration.
I am happy to have, at a point in time, been one of the few and
                 only who you encased in your affectionate
                 passion, and ,with a bit of luck, changed my
                 life forever.
But to speak the least,

I am happy for YOU


*Breathe Easy Alexandria