what freedom rings in both our hearts now.
i see it in your face in the photos.
in the smile you hold.
in the seriousness as you play.
how sad to know i kept you from being happy. at one time i made you very happy.
no longer though.
it’s hard to remember that.
it’s hard to see you living without me.
but i guess i’m living without you too.
the hardest part is seeing what used to be mine. i cannot look for very long.
there is a sharp pain that hits me in the heart.
there is no anger, no hate, no regret.
it is only a stinging sadness filled with longing for a memory.