You keep a picture of them.
in your wallet, on your facebook profile.
some photo album or scrapbook, in some dusty box along with a couple of ticket stubs and homemade DIY cards.
and you tell yourself that it does not mean anything. Though we both know, it clearly does.
For a long time, they seemed intent to convince you that YOU are their turning point in life, and you are the fixture that keeps themselves grounded. that a scene without you in it, is not an ideal setting.
But somehow, now, they're off and away, and they seem okay.
Okay without their turning point, their fixture.
And so, you keep remnants of them, of the you-that-used-to-be,
of past lives and never-would-be futures. And you tell yourself, it's not that you can't or won't let go.
It's not that at all.
You just can't be bothered to fuss over a stupid picture.
It's just a picture.
It's just facebook.
It's just something you keep in a box stashed deep under your bed.
You don't want to waste your time or energy having to get rid of that thing-that-doesnt-mean-anything.
But that's exactly why you should rid yourself off it!
It's kind of how it's like with doctors - no matter how obvious a death is, they still need to vocalize the words 'This patient is dead' to the family.
There's something about the physical act of acknowledging non-physical pain. Sometimes, you just need to state the obvious.
because sometimes, the blunt truth is what people need to hear in order to be able to register the fact;
to start mourning it, so they can eventually continue on with their life without the company (or even the idea) of this entity, and be completely okay.