the day after

What, exactly, can I do?
If she just decides to leave it all behind,
And the world must continue its pace?

Would I still have to swallow the pain?
I hurt with the knowledge that I still have to hold some hope.
Why must everything keep going?

Am I forced to carry on with what’s left?
The tattered shards of a lost love, where everything’s changed.
Could things ever be the same?

When the wind blows, carrying a new day with it,
I solemnly realize; there won’t be another
That would be enough to replace her beauty.

oh, let our love flourish.