I wake up every morning feeling numb.
My head is full of TV static,
but before I can even get my feet on the ground the soul crushing reality hits my chest heavier than an anvil…
...You're gone.
...And you aren't coming back.
It feels wrong.
Like I was getting to the best part of my favorite book and it got taken from me.
I knew the next chapter continued our story,
could see our names bleeding through the pages together…
But here in the aftermath of losing everything,
all that's left bleeding is me over you.
Grief comes in waves.