I find this is hard to admit:
To forget,
Is impossible.
Your face surrounds me at night,
I fight,
But I can't win.
My sin was to love you and need you.
I died.
I was born.
When he looked at me I lived.
"Forgive," he said.
And I did.
You received my forgiveness.
Keep this.
You'll need it in life.
I loved you truthfully,
Deeply.
I loved your laugh, your tears, your jeers, and grunts.
I loved your stupidity, thoughts, words and stunts.
I loved the way you spoke your mind
Everytime something came up.
I loved you: your soul.
I loved you: your heart
I loved...
You
This that I am writing, it is not a poem.
It is not a song, it is not a journal.
It is what I think, it is what I feel.
This...this is real.
