Almost a Year

It’s been almost a year, And I’ve decided to myself, That I’m tired of waiting, For you to decide, That you want to come back, As I raise my foot up and walk away, I’m letting go, Of our old memories, I’m burning them out of my mind, I’m giving up… On the impossible, And saying a silent goodbye, I always thought, That without you, I couldn’t be myself, That I’d rather die in pain, Then to be without you, But now I realize, Being without you, Really isn’t that hard. I’m used to biting my lip, When I see you, Holding back my tears, When I think about you, For I’d never shred them in front of you, Sometimes I miss our many long hour talks, Or your soft loving lips moving in movement with mine, Or you hand collapsed in mine for life, But now I realize, Being without you, Really isn’t that hard. It’s almost been a year, And I’m finally giving up.