86. Picking up the Pieces

86. Picking up the Pieces

Goodbye.
You went out of my life
Like a wind through the trees—
Scarcely seen, but strongly felt.

Where to next?
Where do I go from here?
You were everything to me—
Or, everything that mattered.

I’ll be fine.
The more I say it,
The more I believe it myself.
The words are nothing more
Than the tales we tell children.

I still love you.
I don’t know that I even know
How to make myself stop...
Or that I would want to.

Goodbye.
I’ll be here if you ever feel the need
To come back and pay your respects
To the pieces you’ve broken me into—
Pieces that I’m still trying to pick up.

—C.R.E.