sareuhbelle
Gone like paper's ash in the wind, her memory floated away and I couldn't bring myself to catch it. Perhaps things would be better this way. The less reminders of her, the faster I could move on.
I felt a tear slide from my socket and wrap around my cheek. It swam close to my ear and whispered, "it's okay to be sad," before disappearing behind my neck.
"No it isn't," I told the tear.