The Memory of Her

Illusions were taken away and I am left with a sadness and the memory of a girl. This isn't giving up, this is letting go.

I woke up today with a sense of clarity.

Illusions were shattered, right in front of me.

I was blindly ignorant to my folly.

Forced to put up the facade of being Jolly.

When inside I feel an odd pain.

Still the memory of her remains.

No matter how I examine it.

It's broken and I can not fix it.

I thought I had a chance, maybe a shot. 

I finally realized that in truth, I had not.

I am unsure of what to do with these feelings.

Tuck them away and try to start healing?

The thought of her, I will always treasure.

Her smile alone, brought me joy, beyond measure.

Perhaps it's best to leave all this unspoken.

To heal a heart that has become broken.