Sometimes

Sometimes even going through the day-to-day motions exhaust me
and Sometimes coming home and remembering that this is My house and not Ours
is enough to drop my energy straight through the floor.

Sometimes I get a text from you in the middle of the night
and when I read it, I cry because I can feel your anguish

and Sometimes I have to take a deep breath and remember to take this one day at a time
remember that if this is meant to be it will work out
even though that's months away and there are too many puzzle pieces to obsess over
one day at a time

one day at a time Without You.

I can do it.
I will do it.

but Sometimes that thought is too much for me to bear

Without You.