Sometimes...
I look around and fall right into place into this new reality, new normal - whatever it is we like to call it.
Sometimes...
I hide behind the facade of everyday life and I am really not okay.
Sometimes...
I hate that others have no idea she existed when they look at me.
Sometimes...
I dread other peoples' remarks and questions.
Sometimes...
Her memory is too precious to share with people who never met her.
Sometimes...
I want to cry because I want to live in the past with her.
Sometimes...
I would rather be a bird and escape this pain.
Sometimes...
I just want to die to see her again.
Sometimes...
Sunny days are pure bliss because it is a break from my shattered, dark world.
Sometimes...
I wonder if lightning strikes twice where I live.
Sometimes...
Her memory brings nothing but a smile.
More often than not - lately -
I am in disbelief. It's then that I realize that this is my life. (sigh)
