Here I Sit Depressed

Here I sit. Depressed,
alone now, I am moping.
Be nice to find a solution,
I will always be hoping.

An interesting thing
when you lose hope
or the grasp on reality,
when trying to cope.

Coping, a word of
simplicity about
dealing with a loss
when you want to shout.

I know there is not
any hope, in this case,
you must not give in,
to this memory erase.

The sadness and lack
of being able to assist,
in resolving this plight,
I must continue to resist.

Life will go on
has been said to me.
Life will go on
but not for she.