I hate to let go of her, Let go of her feelings. I will never feel the same way with anyone, And you cannot... They are never the same. I cried my heart out, Sorted my mind for now. I wish everything was all better, But here we are—gone forever. We held hands for some time, Trying to feel the same again. I let my fingers slip from the fold— Hard it was, but a necessary refrain. They say time heals all wounds, But here I am, running with her thoughts around. "It will be alright," says my mind bereft. Alas, here I am... alone, left.