the eve of

I always loved the eve of something. a holiday. a new year. graduation. moving on. stop

Tonight will always be the eve of something sad and tragic. I have yet to grasp hold of it because I don't think I know how to grasp something like this. it is and it was. it will be; a part of me. I let the faces go. I let the bodies go. I thought there was a way to let it go, but it still hurts