Moving in on six months, and we’re still here. Life has changed and continues to change, but there are some things that we now understand will always be with us. The love, the longing and the pain — it all changes but never goes away. So it goes.
One hundred eighty days
Feels like a thousand times
You’ve been torn from my arms
Again and again
One hundred eighty days
Still asking myself that sticky question
To which there’s no good answer
Shouldn’t have to ask
One hundred eighty days
Might as well be a million
Might as well be just one
Why am I still here?
One hundred eighty days
Black hole still pricks my insides
Phantom pains of a cut away heart
Never whole again
One hundred eighty days
Navigating the quicksand
One foot in front of the other
As I catch my breath
One hundred eighty days
All in countless different ways
Everyday things remind me of you
I wish you were here
One hundred eighty days
Living and learning the shift
Between love in the present
And remembering
One hundred eighty days
Taking the small victories
Keepers of the memories
Live another day
One hundred eighty days
Grace and patience guide the way
There is no rushing forward
And no turning back
One hundred eighty days