The hardest part of loving you
was not knowing how to live without you;
it was carrying your flame into the future,
using it's flickering light,
one so slowly, imperceptably dying,
to see my way through a world without you,
my whole life darkened by your absence.
Though it was only in letting go,
in finally letting die that small hope
which had been so persistent inside me
that you and I were meant to be,
that I could see...
there is no 'we'.