Empty Spot
Grief can be loud, or quiet. Today, it's very quiet, but hurts just as much.
I've finally accepted the loss of my first love. 30 years on, that spot is now empty. And quiet. The silence of death.
I'm sure I'll write about the details, and consequences later, but for now, it's just an empty ache.
I've finally accepted the loss of my first love. 30 years on, that spot is now empty. And quiet. The silence of death.
I'm sure I'll write about the details, and consequences later, but for now, it's just an empty ache.