I've come to realize I'm presumptuous to think the things I do specifically when it comes to you it's getting harder not to see you everywhere I've stopped pretending you haven't breathed this air. People and places they all remind me of you, I am further from knowing what you think than ever and I'm trying to let you go but how can we know what's right? In this world a day so full morning bleeds into night. yet each morning I wake in the past. Sobs quake through me no longer needing tears. Sometimes I can't see through the end of this darkening tunnel until I think of you. I'm over these feelings, they have to leave as you did. you will be erased from the immediate and I will avoid you, no longer compromised I will be free of this.