D'accord.

It's okay
I remember you in the littlest things
You are my first dream when I sleep
You are my first thought in the morning.
It's okay
I walk around with a cloud of sadness above my head
I swim in the tears I am always on the verge of crying
I run from the memory of you dying.
It's okay
I remember your youth, your strength, your life
I remember your laughter, your anger
I remember I was and will always be your favorite daughter.
It's okay
I imagine we have more time
I imagine you walk me down the aisle
I imagine you live just a little longer.
It's okay
We kept on saying
To you
To ourselves
To everyone so heartlessly asking if everything's okay
But four months ago
I've always known
It's not okay
At least I'm not.