It Hurts

"change is not the hurt, it is the lack of."

 

it is hard,
each day
I know

when things remind you

of the things you miss

songs hurt

as they play
and you understand now

memories hurt

as the play on my mind
of how thing use to be

empty rooms hurt

a reminder you're not there
as you were always there

tears hurt

when you have them
because now there of me

goodbyes hurt

when you here then
they hurt me too

the tearless cries
you have

are what truly worry me


it is hard,
each day
I know; but


each day
gets better
as I'm still here