Sometimes it's difficult to let go.
When you have already lost so much.
One last kiss, one last touch.
I should be so good at good byes.
But losing you still makes me want to cry.
I am tired of hearing it is for the best.
That is what I have heard about the rest.
Had my palm read once upon a time.
It was really done in fun.
But she knew this life of mine.
Of the things that I would see.
I wonder to this day.
If she seen the fight in me.
I keep trudging on along.
Trying to find the right in this wrong.
Wondering why I am still here.
And remaining strong.
Holding onto each day.
Not going to give one away.