I don’t know how I have survived past two years without you.
I don’t even know what compelled me to get up and breathe every day without you.
Numbness, Obligations, Force, Responsibilities, maybe…
I was afraid to stop, so kept moving.
I focused on what I was supposed to do and managed.
Here I stand.
All I want is going forward.
All I have is myself.
All I carry are memories of our life together.
That I know.