sadness continued

I just can't shake it.
I can't help it.
Even when the day was perfect,
and the evening even better.
I still grieve.
How long will this last?
How much longer can my heart take it?
I don't know.
But I'm not ready to stop.
He's worth it.
He's worth even more.
And he shouldn't be so easily forgotten.
Don't tell me, "It's time to move on"
Or, "Let's not talk about that right now."
I need to be here.
I need to cry.
I won't stay.
I know one day I must go forward.
And I do.
Everyday I take little baby steps that direction.
But don't push me.
I'll go when I'm ready.
In the meantime,
I'll stay right here.
Admist all these tears is a strange comfort.
One that says, "It will be okay."
"It's going to work out.
In time."
So give me the time, please.
I don't have Anthony.
It's the least you can do.