strangers

like the phantom of snow in the spring,
they were gone.
people who once held me in their world
and existed in mine.
averting eyes belonging to ones whom i'd considered forever and always.
with no pulse in my voice,
i try to assure myself that i exist.
that the only reason they left,
was because i loved them too much.
it hurts to sleep;
i hate to dream about those who no longer want to live in my reality.
but sometimes it hurts more to hold on
rather than to let go.
i need to realize that it’s okay to drop people out of your life that do you no good.
they leave and i love them more,
but i've learned you can't fix people who want to be broken.