Moving On

I find it's getting easier, living life without you and that in itself is it's own cruel pain. To know that my life is going on without you and I'm getting used to this loneliness. To know that someday, sooner than I thought, I will think of you and not hurt at all. I will finally accept the fact that you are gone. Someday soon you won't be in my dreams anymore. And I won't be disappointed when I wake and find it was a dream and you are still gone. It was almost easy to accept that you didn't love me anymore because I was in love with loving you. And even when you were gone my love for you would remain. And that sustained me. But that too is fading and I am truelly lonely now. I have reached into that place from where all my love once flowed and I have found the well is dry. I painted this portrait of you, as you looked when you loved me, and I poured all the love I had left into it. Hopefully it will stand as a monument to that love. And some lonely cold night I will look at it and remember how completely I loved you, and how powerful my love can be. But most of all I will remember that you once loved me