Can you share some of your own written poems?

I feel as if I am the selfish one for not being able to bury that part of me.

To truly let her go for good, knowing I'll never hear the sweet song of our liveliness ever again is pain too great to bare. But I rebel against the great power to believe that everyday I come home to you, my love. Only to be gifted again by the cold rain evaporating on my flustered face as it's the reality I can't grasp quite yet.

All I know is the day I embrace that change is the day I'll remember to regret, the day I let you go. On that day I shall hear you only in the breeze I breathe as your memory runs down the veins of my heart, filling the hole you left for me. But today I am selfish. I am oh so sorry,

My love