letting go

tomorrow
when i arise,
i'll shower
and shave, and
as i stand
there at the
sink, looking
into the mirror
i'll think of
you. when i get
my first cup
of coffee and
take a sip,
letting the
steam rise against
my lips, i'll
think even more
of you,
and as the day goes
on, this will
continue, and when
i lie down
at night, my
prayers will lead
me back to
you before i close
my eyes and
find sleep. and
as the days progress
into weeks, this
will all lessen,
and the memory
of what we had,
and the pain
of it ending,
will fade and
fade and fade.