Quote Originally Posted by DemonGoddess View Post

I wake every morning expecting
Expecting to feel the rise and fall of your chest
Only to find myself cold and alone.
Very moving, this brought back to me a very painful loss I suffered some years back - it is so hard while you're going through loss, but you do come out the other end. Eventually the memory becomes a smile rather than a stab. (Although some unexpected things will bring it the fore sometimes, like this poem has done for me.) Trite but true, time is a healer. And never be afraid to seek the support of friends. I'm sure everyone here helps. Thank you for sharing this, and please - it was perfectly poem-ish! I hope you share some more.