I dread the day I accept loss. I dread the day I can sleep without crying. my eyes and heart have gotten used to months of tears. Each one a reminder of you. I dread the day I don’t drive past the little church. By the school on the hill. I dread the day I forget.
My blanket of sadness and guilt has become a familiar comfort; tear stained memories, a broken heart are better than none of you. I dread the day I forget.
I dread the day I can’t remember the curls in your hair. That nike jacket you’d religiously wear, The small details I can attempt to capture with my poems but nothing about you was simple enough to describe with a pen and paper . I dread the day I let go. I dread opening a new page.
one of the most personal things I’ve ever written.