Too crowded

I miss him today,
Maybe because I know he isn't around anymore.
Because, I don't have access.
Or the memories and how he made me feel.

I remember old songs,
And even agree with random lyrics.
Things that remind me of him.
I smile to myself.

But it is probably for the best
That we went our separate ways.
There doesn't seem to be enough space for me in your life.
It's already too crowded. 

The Hiker

I cannot seem to take off those rose-tinted glasses you put on me.
The spell casted seems everlasting; I feel shackled.
Steps taken would be much stable without the confusion
And the onward vision far clearer, without the fog. 

I have tried to break the shackles and fly away,
But the power that you have 
And the strength with which you embrace my being
Is overwhelming. More than I can endure.

I sense a great mountain before me,
And a wilderness of thorny bushes to navigate through. 
The lacerations are already visible 
Yet unavoidable. 

The hiker in me is determined to climb to the top of the mountain.
To enjoy the view by conquering the wilderness and the fog. 
Discarding the rose-tinted glasses and the shackles you have on me
Would be the ultimate triumph for the hiker that is me.