Life was hard
And even now when I think of the hardest parts
(Some of which were the longest)
There is still a ball of pain
Which swells at the memory.
It often seemed impossible
But then it wasn't lived because it could be lived
Rather because it had to be to follow you
And if You hadn't been You
It wouldn't have been so hard then
Nor so wonderful now
And when I think of that
It doesn't seem to have been hard at all.