If?

I keep saying 'if' as though there is a possiblity that it won't happen.
Clinging to our memories, I can't seem to let you go.
What's worse is that I can't even admit to myself that you are already gone.
You have to move on, I get that.
I can't possibly be mad at you, you need your own space, your own life apart from me.
I hope someday I will be able to get used to it, but for now, I want you to stay.