A Break In the Fits Of Tears
Grieving is not the right word to call it. Mourning barely scratches the surface. Physical pain now means nothing because the emotional and mental numbness intertwined with fits of anger and extreme sadness have overshadowed everything. He was my heart. Richard is what brought my life the energy it needed to soldier on through the day. All of that has drained out from my very finger tips and they ache from the loss of feeling his love. There is nothing left. There is no point.
Memories keep replaying on the back of my eyelids. I do not want to close my eyes. It is there that I see his smile and I hear his laugh. When I open them, it is a cruel reminder that he is no longer on this earth with us.
I have left our home. It was OUR home, not mine, not his but ours. He made it a home.. I miss him.. it comes down to that. I just miss him..
I am waiting out the days until when I hopefully get to see him again.
I love you Richard. I never said it enough..
Memories keep replaying on the back of my eyelids. I do not want to close my eyes. It is there that I see his smile and I hear his laugh. When I open them, it is a cruel reminder that he is no longer on this earth with us.
I have left our home. It was OUR home, not mine, not his but ours. He made it a home.. I miss him.. it comes down to that. I just miss him..
I am waiting out the days until when I hopefully get to see him again.
I love you Richard. I never said it enough..