R.I.P.

    It would be easier if you were dead
If you were; there would be no option

But to be left with warm memories
From you
 To reminisce
And keep me warm

I wouldn't have to worry about
Moving on
I could just live in the bosom of your Everlasting thoughts

But
That's not the case

As much as my heart would want to mourn you

Fact is
You chose to leave

Pushing me to the Exile
Of the World

Stripping me of my Home
Denying me of the places
That are Safe

Leaving me without the
Choice to choose.

As inescapable as Death;

I will have to wander tru countless
Umfamiliar places
And Strange Faces

Stranger as my own

I will have to start over
While Inevitably
Leaving who I was with you

Sooner or later

From my mind  will start fading
The intesity of the  feelings I held
The clarity of the memories I kept

No matter how hard I try to guard
Eventually they will manage to Escape

Regardless of how hard I try to hold on
They will eventually dissipate

After all this death
Everything in Time will
Pass

Amongst all the strange places and unfamiliar places

Nothing will be any longer what it was