The sun appears with its brightest smile,
but you still remain frown and dull.

The wind tries to blown away the negativities,
but you are holding onto it--tightly.

The rain composed a lullaby for you to hear,
but you are focused by his word he'd said.

The moon and stars watching over you, while the crickets play a songs.
But, you ended up watching and reading the cold conversation every night.

You are the only one who can help yourself,
You have your mind to decide, when to move on and let go.

You have your heart to choose, in healing or by staying bleeding over someone who's not meant for you.

Losing someone is not an end.
People come and go,
You just have to be aware with that concept, my friend.