How excruciatingly painful

The simple act of closure

29 pages of memories,

could-have-beens,

grey promises.



75,003 characters

Of dedication and loyalty meant nothing

and my thoughts bring only

Unshed tears

That chose instead

To mourn the loss of something deep inside

A feeling, a home, the love of a family promised

Long long ago in vain

Now forgotten.



It's better this way,

It's okay.



Eyes may twitch

One may burn, with

Unshead tears

That chose instead

To remember the good

Because it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's better this way.