Magic Rx

I wish there was a magical prescription I could take that would make this pain feel less infinite, a little more with every sun's wake. I don't want to let the memory of you go, but I would like life to ease up on the suffocating reminders that our bonded window here, has permanently been closed. I've been trying to wrap my head around the idea of why I need someone to blame. I guess then maybe I would have the ability to kindly respond when someone casually brings up your name, instead of getting angry trying to figure out who I should hate. I was sorting through old emails and decided to type in a K, and there is the last poem sent by you on a Thursday. I read it out loud and silently balled my eyes out. I wish I would have written you a poem to tell you what you meant. I just never thought there would be a time, when I couldn't press send. I don't want your memory to fade, or people to forget your name. I'm trying to jam to our oldies, sing and dance in my car like we use to do in the good old days. I want to take you with me on new adventures, and create new memories not stay in old stories that don't serve my new life generously. I will not disregard opportunities and chances to bring you alive. Whether it's through words, songs, or good memories, all of those moments deserve to be given energy and time. If resting is peaceful, I'm glad you are finally at peace. Your soul was not meant to be trapped in a place where your spirit was never truly free.