I know what it's like,
When someone you love dies.
When your tears dry up,
and the fear sets in.
When your stomach begins to twist and turn.
When the numbness leaves your mind,
and you are hit with that terror of being left alone.
When you want to be alone,
but you are afraid of what will happen.
Afraid that you can't take the pain.
Afraid that no one will understand.
Afraid that things will never be ok.
But things do get kind of ok.
Until you think about it.
And the fear comes rushing back.
The fear that makes your heart pound.
The fear that brings that stream of emotions,
tearing into your mind.
You want them back.
You want them alive and healthy.
You want to tell them you love them,
and hold them close.
You want to feel their arms around you,
as they whisper that everything will be alright.
But the only thing you have left,
is memories of what used to be,
regrets of what could have been,
and that ever present fear,
caressing you.
