I wish I could say it gets easier,
that I knew it wouldn’t last forever
But that’s the thing about grief,
no one knows its frequency
It just is..
It lives with you, within you
Beneath the surface at times,
day to day passing by as it
painfully weeps out with tears,
you never meant to cry
I wish I could promise that
it’ll soon go away.
They say time heals all..
If that were true why does grie...