It Must Be Walked

The most amazing of journeys seem to end, not by my choice but for the one who traveled with me. You are the proof that loves does exists and it is hard to accept you are not here. We walked hand by hand in this path of hate and envy with hopes and dreams, with fears but certain and with moments of happiness. Like I said, it seems to be over even if I think it was a mistake,but the path must not be left alone, it must me continued alone for now. I have search for a solution to this loneliness, I do not know who to blame or if I have to fight against you or against myself. The thing I'm sure about is that you still love me but somehow you are not here. Now in the darkness of my room and in the darkness of the night, I lay my head against my pillow hoping that one day your hand will be there before it touches the bed and as your perfume fades away from my things, I hope that mine never fades from your memory. As I walk these empty spaces I dream that tomorrow you realize that is empty because of your absence.