Here Is To The Freedom To Move On; For You And For Me. Poem by Riley Choma

I'm sorry that you're sad.
I'm sorry this ended bad.
But these things you're feeling now are destined to pass.
Today it burns but soon it will just sting, and before you know it we will mean nothing.

I'm sorry I didn't see it too.
I'm sorry I didn't still feel it like you do.
But these days have been happier with you gone.
Today you don't understand, but soon I hope you'll see…
Its just I thing I had to do.