Letter to myself

The funeral is at dawn, but not before the longest night you've ever known, and the realization that nothing will ever be the same. And that things were never really the way you thought they were. It's going to be hard to take, but you've got to take it somehow. The same way you have every other day, because sometimes life's all lemons and no lemonade.

It's quarter past three and you're wide awake, I know. Afraid to sleep and dream that same dream again, knowing it'll never come true, and that it will never stop. But this will be the day you get over it. This is the day you bury it in the corner under those old letters. This is the day you start again.

So don't you dare give me that look again, you can't pin this on me. There's no amount of planning, no words you could've said. Nothing's going to change until you change yourself first. So heads up, and take it home one last time, and never think of it again, because sometimes life's just lemons, and the things that got away.