I am not done loving you, although you have been gone a while.
I am not done loving you, so I am not done grieving.
I am not done wondering if you enjoyed life enough
Because I am sure you did not. And it still does not seem right.
Because time, like a river, has grabbed my by the soul and moved me on…
And you cannot fight that current.
Although they days you count as life are over… I am not
And that will never seem right.
And I do try… try to make it right.
There is no reason to keep hope.
But it isn’t something my heart can do.
I keep loving
but in the end there are only ashes.