3 Months

3 months 

Does it hurt more? 

                . . . No

Does it hurt less?

                 . . . No

It still feels impossible. 

I still miss her. 

It still hurts. 

But I can breathe. 

And somehow that feels worse. 

What if I forget her?

What if she fades, vanishes from my memory?

But wait, forget her?!

The girl with a smile as brilliant as the sun? 

The girl who sang her way through life? 

Never!

                        . . . So I breathe.