"If there ever comes a day where we can't be together, keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever." -- Winnie The Pooh

A Grief Like Death

By: Amelia Rose

Mourning.

Mourning comes.

Powerful, tragic

Overwhelming.

I can’t abide it, losing you.

I can’t function. I can’t go on in my life

Without you.

And yet I must.

I must carry this burden, this grief

With me.

For the rest of my life I will carry it

And I will remember you.

Because you loved me.

And I loved you.

But you are gone now.

And I know for myself,

There is no grief like death.

Mourning.

I push through it.

I pick up the pieces of my life

Without you.

I keep going. I find love again.

But it is not you.

It will never be you.

And I feel it.

Every day I feel it

That hole in my heart.

And so, even though I move on with my life

I am a changed person.

Because a part of my soul died with you.

The part of me that loved you

Is dead with you.

And I know for myself,

There is no death like grief.

Morning.

Morning comes.

Again. Every day of my life

I wake up to yet another morning

Where I think of you. I wish for you.

I wish you could be here

With me.

But you’re not. You won’t ever be again.

And I feel it.

The mourning after death

That follows me every day.

It has become part of me,

Part of who I am.

Just as you were part of me.

And so I feel it. The sadness

The weight. The anguish.

The pain of losing you.

I feel it. Every day I feel it.

But I do not cry

This time.

For this time,

There is no death, just grief.