Poem--Forgetting…

Pain it was to lose you…
To lose the image you were to me—
For, your reality was never mine
To know, or to cherish…
Pain it was to watch dreams crumble
Though I had known it would;
To stop hoping, wishing…
To numb all feeling
For fear of feeling too much…
Pain it was to realize
I’d known how it would end,
And yet tread on a trail of thorns
To nowhere…

But greater pain it is, to accept—To know,
That this tunnel of darkness has an end…
To feel the ache a little less intensely;
To see your image slowly blur
In my mind’s eye…
To know that this will cease to be
A living, breathing part
Of my existence..
To watch Time heal the wounds
That Fate inflicted upon my heart…

Greater pain it is, that Pain itself
Hurts less than it hurt me before…
Greater pain it is…to forget…