What Would Have Been Twenty-One

Today would have been Twenty-One.
I'm not going to forget that...ever.

I had a pretty good day today.
It was pretty fun.
I felt happy, for the most part.
But there's still that piece of me that's missing...
I know where it is, but it's not about getting it back, but more so going on without it and hoping I can get it back later.

I'm still not sure how I'm going to do this, but I suppose I've got to...don't have much of a choice.
At times it seems almost impossible...well, actually, at times it seems completely impossible.
At other times, I stop and think, "I can do this..." only to contradict myself later.
Time will do everything. It will tell, it will fix, it will "heal", but it will never make me forget or feel any differently than I do.

Those feelings will never go away, but I must stow them away for hopeful future use.

As for now...

I have to live...or at least try to.