It was over.
All the grief, the pain.
The tears.
I could think of you without feeling like I was empty and alone without you.
I could look at your picture and not hurt.
The picture where your arm was around my shoulders.
We were laughing as a friend pointed the camera.
My cheeks were flushed with energy and life.
You were relaxed and truly enjoying the moment.
My dress was silky and blue, like the vest of the tux you were wearing.
A perfect night.
Then, today, in the solitude of my room, I was singing a song
When, today, in the solitude of my room, I started to cry.
Just before I gave in completely, a friend walked in.
Couldn't see the tears in my eyes.
Couldn't see the pain on my face.
Couldn't or wouldn't, it doesn't matter.
When I needed a friend most, none were there.
The only one who was always there for a hug or kind word
Was also the only one I cried about.