ONE OF MANY

The day you left

a week ago

hurt at first

now hits slow.

Accepting things

is taking time

I envy how

you say you're fine.

So now I sit

alone and cry

hating you

is all a lie.

I want you here

more than you know

at times like these

I must let go.

I couldn't help it

we had to end

why should I fight

to keep a friend?

I'm sorry things

must be this way

I'll end tonight

another day.

The day is gone

I've made it through

just one of many

without you.