The Best Is Yet To Be

Isn't this the loss

of a dear, dear friend?

It is a sad thing.

A truly tragic passing.

This thing once loved,

now dead.

But do I mourn?

Oh, no!

I glide quickly forward,

with high hopes,

my eyes ever upward.

And I know.

I know it was your time to go.

I'm not sad to watch you leave.

You've left all your youth with me,

and you have made me strong.

You brought me heartache and discomfort,

unhappiness and pain,

and I didn't realize how good I had it.

How easy you made life.

Now you're gone.

Memory lingers on....

And sweet nostalgia

lightens my everyday.

But haven't you gone away?

And where you've gone,

you have to stay.

And I'm proud to say I won't miss you.

I'm ready for you to go.

I'm ready to be on my own,

because now I know I won't be alone.

So I keep watching you.

Intrigued by the sight

of your fading light.

And while I will miss the ease,

I will not miss that life.

I'm ready to move on.