It’s an empty space
An empty place
When the noise is gone
And I’m all alone
I hear your voice
I see your smile
But the pain of losing you is overwhelming
Suffocates me at times
The deluge starts all over again
(I don’t think it ever stopped)
And I’m back to square none
Death too soon
A punishment, a release
My grief
My prison
My burden to bear
My valley, my own personal hell
Last night I dreamt that I was on the phone with my mother. We were talking about random things and then I looked at how long we were talking. The screen said 42 mins. I started crying uncontrollably in my dream because it was at the same time I realized that my mom was gone.
My sadness penetrates my dreams. Even when I see her or talk to her, I don't know why I keep reminding myself she is gone.
It'll be 3 months in 2 days. It hurts just as much as it did on day 1.
