Grief whispers memories into your ear on a constant basis. You think about what they smell like, what they laugh like. Every single conversation is replayed in your mind like a song on repeat.
…Every moment before, you were prepared to lose them.
until you’ve lost them.
Now the strength that was once buried underneath your conscience
has subsided; evaporated with no sign of return.
Why do we have no mercy for our happiness? We are our own serial killers, murdering all possibilities because we are afraid of
one possibility; of once having said love, and its chance to no longer be yours to have.
If we could only hear over our heartbeats, that it never stays gone forever, unless we want it to be gone forever.