Posted by on Dec 13, 2014 in Life After Phoenix, Poetry | No Comments

The pain in my chest is there because you are not here.

The ache is so intense that it physically hurts.

Today it is sharp. Yesterday it was dull. What will tomorrow bring?

There is silence. It hurts my ears.

My arms ache from not holding you.

I yearn for sweet baby smell.

My lips miss kissing those chubby little cheeks.

This pain hurts so deep. I will never be the same.

One cannot be the same after this type of pain.



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