the hardest part

A blog by nature is self-centered and indulgent. You use a very public forum to rant, rave, or generally moan about what's good, bad and ugly in life, and in turn expect that people will either read or be interested in what you have to say. I have no interest in ranting or raving today, but I will be indulgent...just this one time.

the hardest part

it's not the long dark nights
or sleeping on either side,
or even waking up alone.
it's knowing there are no longer
any sides at all.

it's not the sunday afternoons
or wednesday evenings.
it's that each day
brings you farther away.
farther away from what you remember,
farther away from holding on.

it's not the forgetting or forgiving,
the getting over, or moving on.
it's not what could have been, might have been,
should have been.

the hardest part of breaking up
is realizing you've run out of reasons
for why you should not.
and acknowledging that it just wasn't.