I am discovering an emotion that I have never felt before.
Both sadness and relieved.
Sad that you're gone.
Relieved that you're doing good besides that.
Such a weird exclamation point that leads to many unsolvable question marks.
The sensation of dread that makes me feel peace into my inner self.
Am I happy these memories are gone?
or
Am I sad that I am the only one who can still grasp them?
These memories will never leave me.
Nevertheless,
This book within my life can finally close,
Leading to the next book
In my own franchise of a life.
