Losing You

The intense squeeze

Is the last I remember

Because the presence

Is no longer here.

Repeating the past

Is an exhausting task.

I cannot stand to fathom

Recalling all the previous times.

The worry I feel at night

Is immeasurable to the pain in my heart.

Losing you is like losing a puzzle piece.

Another missing piece of me and the puzzle.

I hope that you feel happier with her

Because I could never give you what you desire.

Sometimes, I regret that

But other times, I don’t.

I miss you still,

But losing you is a lesson,

A blessing, an experience.

Losing you is my change.