Some Days

Some Days
Every day I play little games
“I bought this before Jim died-can’t I go back there?”
“Jim would have liked that I took care of this by myself.”
“He liked the TV in that corner so I will leave it there.”
“What would Jim have thought?”
“If only, if only, if only……….”
I don’t need to torture myself this way
So why can’t I stop?
Will the ghost of you always be at my side?
Is it that I can’t let you go?
I am moving on slowly…..
I will never let you go
You are in my heart forever
I just wish I could get you out of my head
Some days