As time passes the grief is getting worse. I assume this tide of pain is rolling in so slowly because you were, for all intents and purposes, gone before you decided to leave for good. I’m still realizing that you’re truly gone little bits at a time. And until the tide has come all the way in it cannot go back out
It’s a blessing and a curse, an ache that resonates deep within my core, but one that can be set aside for later, when it’s appropriate. I’m not rending my clothes with unbearable sorrow. I’m just ever sad and always ready to greet the pain in any quiet moment. Moments of reflection are mirrors depicting your hazy silhouette.
I miss you with a insufferable longing. I remember you with a terrible clarity and I feel you with illusive sensors. Where did you go? Is there a candle burning somewhere with your light in it? Are you out there? Are you aware of me, of the love I emit for you?
Just Another Single Mother 