Empty.

Beautiful and yet so entirely empty.

Where have the happy days gone?

The loud voices.

The laughter.

The joy.

Everything has its beginning and its end.

I know that.

We all know that.

Yet it hurts.

It breaks my heart.

It saddens my soul.

Seeing the great expanse where I once played,

where I grew up,

where you took care of me,

so empty.

It's like I allow another part of you to die.

Like I lost another piece of you,

that I clung to.

I feel guilty.

So utterly guilty.

For living...

For laughing...

For breathing...

The clouds are heavy like my heart.

The house still stands in the same spot.

The church still beckons to the faithful.

Yet, I don't see it the same way.

I don't believe in it anymore.

How can I when you are gone?

How can I when you never said goodbye?

How can I when it still hurts?

The grass is still green.

My tree is still beautiful.

Nature is still breathtaking.

Yet, it doesn't feel the same.

The joy is gone.

The lightness in the air is gone.

The soul of this place is gone.

That soul was you.

Everything is the same.

Nothing is the same.

Seeing it all again is only pain.

Empty.

Lost.

No breath of fresh air.

I come to say goodbye,

but nothing is there.

You are no longer here.

It's just a place.

A place that was once home now only holds memories.

A place where I last saw you happy and free.

In your element...

A place where you died.

I need to leave.

I am going far away.

I can never escape the pain,

but I can at least dull its blade.

I need to move past your death in any way I can.

I need to rise above all the pain.

I need to forgive you as much as myself.

Farewell.