Sunday 12th July 2020, am
Sunday 12thJuly 2020, am
I was in the garage just now and I heard this little boy outside – talking and laughing, speaking little bits of Punjabi.
It made me imagine you. The thought of you makes me smile, but it hurts so bad.
Why is the pain of grief downplayed and overshadowed? We all do it. I did it to myself too I totally removed the pain somewhere.
I still cried. All the time.
For days, for hours, through the days and through the nights I cried.
Even in my sleep I cried;
but nowhere near does that come close to what I feel inside.
When I close my eyes, and I focus back to that time, I see you so clearly.
Every little beautiful perfect part of you. I can still feel your hands in mine,
And your feets in the p(s)alms of my hands.
I even remember the smell.
