Full of life one minute and the next, gone.
It isn't sorry and it isn't around long enough to ask why?
Life is such a small space of time in such a currently sad existence.
But death is unapologetic
Death is sincere in its dagger
What is left behind for those grieving
Any empty space
Like a room that has no windows and when you find the door, it disappears
Like a hallucination
Overwhelmingly loud
Overwhelmingly painful
It takes the light
And leaves you in the darkness.
What do we do then?
Surrounded by all of their life
Their possessions, smells and memories
Flooding back and too
Drowning and bereft
Angry and no way of exhausting the emotion
Full and tense
Tense and broken
Like a shattered glass on a perfectly laid dinner table
We transition
We evolve
We rise again
In pain, and bruised but we carry on
We learn to live again
Without you.
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