Rushing past the hard parts

Doesn’t make them disappear

I still cry when I come across pictures of when we met

Because you’re forever a part of me

You’re locked into the streets of Italy and Ukraine

With your hand in mine

You grew up with me

We both got lost along the way

I thought my lovers would take my mind off of you

But they just held up a mirror to my pain

There are no short cuts in mourning

Some days I’ll be in bed all day

And that’s okay