Someone who has been with me through a lot for a loooong time..Seen me at my worst and maybe close to at my best...he told me, "You will feel sadness and pain in the grief. There will be good days and bad days. But you will survive. It hurts a lot for a while, but it won't always be that way."

I couldn't appreciate him anymore than I did in that moment. I needed words. *sighs* poets.. they just know it. 🩵

She stands silently in the middle of the dance floor.
The room closing in, it seems so much smaller than it was before.

Tears run down her face like a slow leaking fountain.
She struggles to control her breathing, waiting for the sound to begin.

The worst feeling she's ever known. All the feelings she's repressed, they've now won their fight to be shown.

Her pleading and screaming plays over and over in her mind. Begging God not yet, not to take him, it can't be his time.

Music trying to win the war against her thoughts.
She dances with rage, regret, her heart's so fucking distraught.

Regret grips her at her back. Twirling her around with the pain from not being able to see him suffer like that.

Rage throws her in a twisted daze with each pirouette.
How could this happen to such a man who lived a life of giving, one with a heart she will never forget.

Her distraught heart trips her sending her to the floor sobbing as she breaks down.  Every memory, every buried deep down feeling she hid, it comes out in the most awful panicked painful sound.

It's happening. This time. It's really happening.
What she only dreamt of as a nightmare will be her everyday reality.