Forward It feels like its time-- To move and To try taking steps, Into my future. I cry-- For my loss For our lost future, Which I now face alone. Tears fall daily-- Some music notes Or other reminder, Reinforce what is. This internal ache of loss— The new reality And constant companion, One that is unwanted. If you were to talk to me— You would say For me to look after myself, Just as you did and would have. And so to new endeavors— Scary and unknown But life is too short, And you believed in me. And so I try— These little steps With much trepidation, Believing you are at my side. Forward— But never forgetting and Still feeling my love For and from you, my keeper. Thank you, always.