Grief

My legs are stiff with lactate from the breaking down of my heart and my body.

I ache all over with the grief of unwanting.

My head throbs with the pain of the last words spoken.

Eyes burn from all the tears that will not stop falling.

Fingers cramp from all writing in attempt to release the sorrow.

Grief is physically painful. The only thing that can cure this pain

is the only thing I can't have.

There is some anger, but I knew what I was getting myself into.

I knew he wasn't ready.

Grief holds on longer than we know.

I have a glimpse of hope only that

I have gotten through this before.

I will be stronger, and healthier than before.