You lived,
And you are gone.
It means I should go on with my life.

It burns inside,
But it is ice-freezing on the outside,
Wherever I go, I can't go
Without you.

I can't go without your memory
Haunting me,
Asking me
For a permanent grip in my heart.
I can't provide it if I want to live,
I don't need collective remembrance,
Consolation from sharing my pain,
Frustration from being unable to express my anger.

It means I should go on with my life,
And I can't have you interfere with it,
You are gone.

Being human is no longer
Politically correct.