Some call it acceptance,
but I think of it as freedom:
facing my future without sorrow.
He has not been present for 487 days,
and I think I have not been present just as long.
I am never in the moment,
living for the next phone call
or the next time I get to see
the only person in this world I would die for.
All the struggles that lay before me
are a gift, a blessing that will allow the chance
that I might resume my life,
that I might live in the moment, finally.