Grief is not linear,
a truth I always held,
but never felt so deeply
as I do now.
Some mornings greet me gently,
a semblance of normalcy wraps around,
I start the daily routine,
and for a fleeting moment, I am at peace,
perhaps even hours or an entire day.
Yet, a word echoes with your voice,
a friend's sorrow mirrors mine,
or our song drifts through the air...
and suddenly it's dawn,
and Im losing you all over again.
Silence is deafening,
a revelation that unfolded
when you left this world.
No one talks about the quiet,
how its weight could crush me
if I wasn't so focused on making you proud.
Grief is not linear,
a lesson I am learning,
and oh, how we adored learning things together,
didn't we?