On the Days That Came After
My body is aching.
At night, as I try to succumb to sleep, I shudder and curl up amidst the sheets and muffle out a cry. No matter how many painkillers I take during the day, the darkness of the evening only triggers the pain even more. I look at your photograph, knowing that the memories it carry will give me a moment of relief. I close my eyes, and see you still. I even remember how you smell on my pillow. But remembering you doesn’t help.
Everything else still aches.
“The Pain Remains”
