Loss, From that Morning

Loss.

This word,

A word with so much meaning,

A spectrum of depth.

Learning how to cope,

Learning how to breath again.

Loss hurts.

Rather the reasons make sense,

Or they just, don't.

The why's only make it worse.

But at the end of the day,

You can't control it all. 

If it's about love.

Just make sure you love the right person,

But most importantly,

Project what you want,

Heal, then prepare for more. 

For when it comes, you can be ready for anything.

Don't end up like me,

Loving someone not ready,

Who,

Instead of being willing to walk with me,

Fly with me..

Fights..

Fights the feelings,

Fights the desires,

Fights the friendship,

Fights, all that we had/have.

If you end up in this position,

Make sure that every step you make,

You made on your terms,

And even with no say on the matter,

You did it all for yourself,

as you feel was best.

And you won't regret a thing.

Going into this,

I wasn't ready for love,

Yet love found me,

And instead of running,

I dove in,

So even though she run's from it,

I don't regret a thing.

I'm still my own person.

And even though this sense of loss I feel,

Can be overwhelming to the next level,

I don't regret a single thing.

I'm working through the tears,

Finding strength long ago buried,

Becoming whole,

Living life,

and getting to the point where I don't see her with me.

And even though it'll take some more time yet,

I'm doing it. 

I still have nothing but amazing things to say,

To say about this person I've loved.

So at the end of it all,

It wont feel as much of a loss for me,

Maybe for her as I know where I went in her heart,

and someday when it sets,

and she stops running,

She'll realize what we had,

What she could have had with me.

That'll hurt a lot for her.

As you can't just switch off the switch,

Like she's seemed to do. 

But for me?

I'm working through it.

Feeling it all,

Not at all running from it,

as easy as that would be.

Grateful for this journey,

Excited what ever comes next. 

And though the day's have blurred since after she left,

I feel stronger by the hour.

And with that strength,

I continue to find my closure.

Tomorrow is always a new day,

And little by little,

My heart is on the mend.

Right now?

I'm just grateful for it all.

The ability to breath,

The ability to see, feel, touch..

So to that day,

The day when I no longer hurt this way,

I will raise my glass.

I will open my eyes that new morning,

And see all the new, and many opportunities ahead.

Then Seize them.