Picking Up The Pieces

by

Ron Bliss

I don’t go to places where we used to go,
The music we shared now is gone,
I’m trying to pick up the pieces that’s left,
To get past this moment, move on.
I’ve burned all the letters that you wrote to me,
Each letter said we’d never part,
I’m ridding my life of the memories of you,
But you are still there in my heart,
I’ve torn up the photos, of us and of you,
The friends that we shared don’t come by,
My friends treat me gently, as if I don’t see,
In kindness they never ask why,
I don’t watch the movies that we loved to watch,
For we lived each roll, each part,
The beach is off limits where we used to go,
But you are still there in my heart.
I can’t bring my self to go strolling at night,
Under stars and a silvery moon,
I don’t have my lunch in the places we ate,
When the clock tells me it is near noon,
I’ve discarded all memories and thoughts that are you,
Each item, each action, each part,
Each day I move closer to living again,
But you are still there in my heart.

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