I tried,
I really did,
but now you're gone,
and I'm on my own.
I tried
to remember
and to forget,
but I couldn't.
Because you can't be gone.
You just can't.
I can't be on my own again.
But, eventually,
I did.
Instead of pushing the knife deeper,
I tried pulling it out.
Slowly, it did.
But,
I kept that knife.
I took it everywhere with me,
I did
all that
we wanted to do together.
It was
almost as if
you were really there
with me.
As I traveled
'round the world
with you in my memory,
because we both knew
you loved
to see new places,
to meet new people;
you wanted to discover the world.
And you did.
Through me,
you did.
And here I stand,
standing in front of the peaks,
on my own,
that you probably meant for us.
[Credits: Alps - Novo Amor & Ed Tullett]

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lightning
Poetry"flashes of lightning they light up the hills visible only for a moment briefly beautiful before being engulfed once again by the storm" _ poetry book