I don't remember much of last week.
All I remember are the tears.
They blurred my vision,
and clouded my brain.

It felt like a nightmare.
I felt stuck in this body.
I felt stuck on this Earth.
I wanted so badly to break free and come find you.

It was as if chains were pulling me down,
while gravity had it's ugly grip on me.
Although I was on dry land,
it felt like I was treading through deep waters.

Several times I thought my lungs would give out.
I thought my heart would burst through my chest.
My body trembled as sorrow filled me up to the brim,
and I wondered how you could really be gone.

It has now been a little over a week since grief made it's debut.
I'm still breathing,
but I still ache like no one should have to.
I'm still trying to keep my head above water.

Maybe this is what you were feeling before you left.
Maybe you felt like you were drowning.
Maybe it was too much.
Maybe, we weren't enough to keep you here.

But energy cannot be destroy,
so I believe that when you left,
your pain made it's way to our veins.
Now we will carry it with us forever.