Everyone keeps telling me,
I’ll learn from this,
I’ll grow from this.
But I don’t want to.
I feel like this is a bad dream.
How can I believe I’ll be okay?
He has been gone since September 2006.
But it feels like yesterday.
Why won’t my mind and my heart except this fact?
He is gone and he can’t come back.
No matter what I wish, do or think,
He can’t return to me.
This fact kills me.
Why is this?
I’ve been told, “You’ll heal in time.”
No I won’t.
This hole cannot be filled.
I can’t seem to move on.
“It is better to love and lost,
Then never to love at all.”
That’s bull.
Lose hurts,
Especially when a death occurred too soon.
But someday it won’t hurt so much,
But that day isn’t anytime soon.
I’ll learn,
I’ll grow,
I’ll cry,
Finally I’ll see him again.