Over A Year

I haven't written in over a year;
It doesn't feel the same as when
my Angel-Love was here.
It was he who led me to this site,
to read his beautiful prose,
but my presence here doesn't feel right,
there is no poetry I can compose,
That will ever in a million years,
come near to matching what he wrote while here!

The hurt no longer overwhelms my heart and mind,
For over these years as the seasons change,
the memories have become soft and kind.
No longer does guilt shadow my soul,
the loss doesn't feel quite so cold.

Right or wrong, with or without him I'm still here.
But I've come back with a lot more cheer.
I can't make myself close down my profile,
so I guess I'll be on, even if it takes me a while.

(I know this isn't well-written, but I'm very out of practice, and poetry isn't my strong suite)