May be I am blessed

I am blessed,

For I have never been to the city you lived in,

Never set me eyes on the skylines of the city in which you died.

I have left behind the city where we grew up,

There is nothing here to tie my thoughts back to you.

May be that’s why I can laugh sometimes,

Lose myself in front of a world I can only touch peripherally.

But I can’t help think of your parents.

What do you think they do as they walk pass your room?

Or your friends who cross the front of your house each day,

I am blessed I am so far apart

I can manage to forget even for a moment,

That you are gone.

But the people who live everyday

In the places you won’t ever go back to again

Are the ones who hurt the most.

I just wish I didn’t have to count my blessings this way.