Honestly, my heart is broken in two.
Hearing you say,
“There’s another number I won’t get to use.”
The grief you carry, like so many of your friends, you carry silently, tears forming.
Rather than a hug which everyone would prefer, you carry them on your shoulder, to their final place.
At one point it was almost weekly!
You turn to me, in your grief and try to reassure me.
“You are better off lonely rather than having days like today.”
I really wish I knew what to say, if only I could take that pain away.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 5:14 AM UTC
Honestly, my heart is broken in two.
Hearing you say,
“There’s another number I won’t get to use.”
The grief you carry, like so many of your friends, you carry silently, tears forming.
Rather than a hug which everyone would prefer, you carry them on your shoulder, to their final place.
At one point it was almost weekly!
You turn to me, in your grief and try to reassure me.
“You are better off lonely rather than having days like today.”
I really wish I knew what to say, if only I could take that pain away.