“I should know enough about the loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone – you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.” – Alyson Noel
There is something about death that eats away at your being.
There is something about death that is life altering
No matter how much we work on filling up the cracks, the broken pieces could never fit the same again
Death is heart numbing Exhausting Rude Invasive And at times, merciless
Death is like the hand that keeps taking.
It does not grow weary of coming back for more.
Today, death has snatched away someone so precious to me. Suddenly, the world doesn’t quite make sense to me.
The sweet singing of the birds is a screeching noise.
The warmth of the sun too harsh on my skin.
The cooling air, an unbearable heavy gust of wind
Somehow my legs are no longer able to carry me
Today I am too selfish to make it about you
Today I am too broken to even dare celebrate the life you lived
Today every bone is me is aching
Rest easy, dear heart