Strong

I gotta be strong now.

I have to let you go.

I won’t stand in your way.

But at the same time,

I can’t bear the thought of you with someone else,

giving her all your attention and love,

laughing with her the way you laughed with me.

The way she’ll gaze into your beautiful, cat-like eyes,

how you’ll help her with little things,

just like you did for me.

Then the inevitable:

giving her your surname,

creating mini versions of you.

The pain that thought brings

is almost too much to carry.

I can’t let you go...

but I can’t hold you back either.

So I’ll pray,

and keep on praying,

that we’ll find our way back.