We've all experienced loss. It affects everyone differently but no matter who you are, it has affected you. Depending on how devastating that loss is, you walk away from the experience a changed person, and it becomes a part of you.
You may learn to live with it, but you never forget.
In the comments of Wednesday's post, where I asked what you would like to know about me, JLC suggested I write a poem.
I'm out of practice, so bear with me.
The longing sneaks up on me.
An ache in the hollow of my chest
that cannot be filled.
Burning with regret,
Could I have done something different?
The pain is as fresh as the day it first arrived.
Anguish pricks at my senses
as the memories roll through my mind.
Wondering what went wrong
leads to endless games of what-if,
yet the outcome never changes.
So I push it to the corners of my memory,
and lock it tightly in its box,
only pulling it out on special occasions.
Still wishing it would have ended differently,
but accepting that the grief is all I have left.