Greiving your resurrection

When I woke up this morning something different was in the air
could it be the words you sent me?
It really seems unfair.
A celebration is in order,
let me put my "mourning" dress.
I thought we were over,
I really tried my best.
I can still hear your voice, I can still see your face
in the corner of my mind
in that deep, dark, place.

A place I thought was mine,
just as you led me to believe,
but I was not alone
and then there were three.

They shed the light on you and allowed me to see
the person that you were vs the person I wanted you to be.
You promised to protect me
then quickly flew away
with my hopes and aspirations to a land far far away.

So here we are again like 2 moths near a flame,
pretending to be civil as if things are still the same.
I don't know what to think or even what to do ,
my life will be a mess with the nearness of you.
I gather up my thoughts and I strike the final key,
its time to bury my pride
as I ask you to grieve with me.