Empty.
That’s how grief feels.
The world just keeps going on. People laughing. Making plans.
But you are left suspended in time.
A time you don’t recognize. Or never could have prepared for. Life now feels…
Empty.
The words people say.
To make you feel better.
Empty.
Because they don’t know how this loss feels.
Because their words can’t bring them back.
Empty.
You will hear people say:
“They are always with you.”
I long to believe this.
But where?
I try to feel or see or hear.
Empty.
When I whisper “I miss you”.
Silence. It feels so…
Empty.
When I open my eyes in the morning and for one second I feel my world is still complete. But then reality comes back into my consciousness. The day starts…
Empty.
As I try to move forward. One step in front of the last. There is always this feeling deep down. A hollow one.
Empty.
When I feel an ounce of joy. There is a another feeling there. Because I can’t share that joy with you. A new emotion takes that place. It feels
Empty.
But how could it ever feel full? That space was yours. And only yours.
Now you are somewhere else.
Some place I cant see or touch or even have the directions to visit.
So it remains empty.
That space only reserved for you. And it’s a big space.
But I have faith.
That someday on the other side of that sunset maybe…
There will be a time…
When that emptiness inside will become full again.
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