Grief. A farewell. It’s not the goodbye that hurts. It’s the fact that I can’t do anything for you anymore. No matter how much I cry in pain, I can’t see you. No matter how much I resist the yearning, I can’t feel you. I picture you shivering in fear in a different world. Yet, there’s nothing I can do for you. That hurts. It really hurts. I want to console you. And me. I want to be consoled.
Grief. A farewell. It’s not the goodbye that hurts. It’s the fact that I can’t do anything for you anymore. No matter how much I cry in pain, I can’t see you. No matter how much I resist the yearning, I can’t feel you. I picture you shivering in fear in a different world. Yet, there’s nothing I can do for you. That hurts. It really hurts. I want to console you. And me. I want to be consoled.
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