I find myself stuck,
On the idea of you.
On the thought of you,
Knowing that you always felt the same.
I find myself attached,
To my past with you.
To my feelings with you,
Knowing that everything will end.
I find myself in tears,
From the memories of you.
From the smile, laugh, smell, comfort, of you…of us,
Knowing that we can never experience them again.
I find myself finally moving on,
But I will always love you.
Even though you’re gone.