He just can't let her goit's not the sound of her laughor the softness of her skinthat he misses the mostit's the way she loved himlike no one ever hasthe way she held himwhen he was hurting herthe way she felt his painlike it was her ownand he just wasn't readyto let all of that goyet this morninghe opened his eyesand she was gone
Shelby Leigh, It Starts Like This: a collection of poetry
gone, letting-go