recovering is not knowing
what the next morning will bring
because one day you can
feel like you’re on top of the world
like you don’t have to suffer
the way you did any longer
but on other days you will wake up
and look at yourself in the mirror
trying to come to terms with reality
and you can’t face the tragedy
standing before you because
you don’t want to see the look
in your eyes that says
‘I’m getting bad again’
because it only feels worse from there.
Last night I lay in bed and was overcome by how much I missed you. This morning you said hello. Sometimes I wonder how much of a coincidence it could be. Too many times when my nights are kept awake that I find you in the mornings after. Then again I have to remember just as many times do I not find you & life goes on. It’s been 4 years and I wish i could hit restart at the beginning.