Write through the sadness because this is just part of the river of life. Keep floating under the sunshine.
Things beneath the water are there for a reason, and if they’re not, there’s nothing you can now do. Dry your tears in the sun. You can cry on the beach at night, after the long river has taken you to the bay you once wrote about. Dancing on the sand in flickering shadows, someone’s campfire will be the stage for your final goodbye.