It’s numbness that caresses my soul
Silently stealing another piece of my heart for its collection.
It’s the fear of loss that becomes a reality
One I cannot escape.
I wish there was an easier way to move on.
To pretend they never existed
To erase the memories as if they never happened.
I know this numbness is part of my grief
But it’s weary and tired
As all things fragile and worn
It too has reached a breaking point.
TheGhostwife
Ghost Wife Poems 