It creeps it’s way in slowly.
It sneaks towards you like a snake in the grass and before you know it, it’s upon you.
That feeling.

It overcomes you and you wear it like a shroud.
You can’t decide if it’s a normal human condition or if there is something wrong with you;
to carry this bone deep grief with you, even all these years later.
For it to show it’s ugly face when you least expect it;
washing dishes, taking a walk, whatever.
It will always be there and there is no adjusting and overcoming it’s presence.
The good memories make it worse as you mourn the loss and all the things that would have been.
Another unknown face in the album of life.

The unanswered questions haunt you.
The lost time shatters you.
The empty feeling consumes you.