It’s Okay

It’s okay that you still love him;
love the way he laughs,
love the way he walks,
love the way he says your name,

even if the affection no longer resounds.

It’s okay that you still look for him;
look for his social media posts,
look for his echoing singing voice,
look for his presence or just a “how are you”,

even if, at the end of the day, he doesn’t look at you.

It’s okay that you still dream about him;
dream about the way he used to say “I love you”,
dream about how his eyes look at you,
dream about a cliff overlooking the sea with exchanges of “I do”,

even if those dreams are merely fantasies that can never be realities.

It’s okay that you still love him;
love him as the last memory he left in your hands.

It’s okay that you still love him;
love him for who he is now — the now you no longer recognize.

It’s okay that you still love him;
love him for who he could be with or without you.

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