It’s funny how

Grief can rob

Your

Focus

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Bereavement (5 months)

There is no feeling better,

No moving on.

There are only two choices:

Pretend to forget or

Accept this new world you didn’t agree to

You don’t recognize

You don’t want.

You spend 17 hours a day building

The life you wanted before that moment,

One hour knowing you never will,

Six sleeping.

And the clever joke, what makes every day more than just bearable,

Are all the smallest things you love.

A reluctant pre-toothbrush kiss,

The feeling of soil on your hands when you put flowers in the ground,

Digging toes in freshly vacuumed carpet,

Getting out of work early on Friday.

Because life is still the most beautiful thing there is.

Why else such pain?