The Boy

I wish I had just a glimpse of explanation. Maybe then I could move on without any hesitation. But I'm left with no answers wondering what was true. My heart still holding on but my head lost sight of you. I continue to push forward trying to forget. Trying not to wonder "what if" trying not to regret. The choice that I made after the scene you chose to set. But your memory I replay from the moment we had met. Why are you still here even though your gone? I knew it would be painful but why is it lasting long? I thought it would be easier but I've been proven wrong. Because I still hear your voice replaying like a song. I remember every moment I dream it every night. And just when I surrender I put up one last fight. Turning away from my emotion ignoring a silent plea. Rehearsing to myself don't let it bother me. Praying to get through to keep on being strong. As my Subconcious whispers silently "remember the boy is gone".