Heart on sleeve

You were here - now you’re gone. I don’t feel the loss; I’m hiding from it.

I came to see you everyday - you’re quiet now. I miss you.

Can we really say goodbye? Is it possible to let go? What does it mean to move on? …to forget?

It feels like the path is just to think of you less. I feel guilt.

I want to return to the past, to those memories in my mind - something I can never have.

Grief is the price we pay for love. I carry a weight, a sadness in my body. It never gets lighter, just more numb. It feels like passing waves in an endless river; sometimes a rough current, sometimes smooth. It’s the smooth times when I think about you most.

My adventure continues without you.