FINALLY FREE

FINALLY FREE

by Sabrina B. Hunter



I lost count of the days and nights that I struggled

to get you out of my head,

and I searched my mind for a way to live,

instead of feeling so dead...



Some days, I feared the pain would kill me;

some days, I feared that it wouldn't.

Some days, I would climb out of bed in such pain;

other days, I feared that I couldn't...



I was bound to that precious memory,

that sweet ache I missed so much.

The ghost of your face did such haunting!

But not like the ghost of your touch...



Forgive me for trying to let you go

so that I can live my own life;

you know that it's been such a long time

since I became your wife...



I'll write until I exorcise the whispering Ghost of Perfect Gone

I'll write until I don't cry anymore at all.

And when I am finally free to move on....

I still won't regret the Fall.



I'll stop hearing you in every song, seeing you in every face,

or needing the memory of you just to sleep.

Some day, if I'm very lucky,

I WILL be finally free.