I see others move on from tragedy and loss and I can't quite grasp the concept.

The ghosts linger on because I allow the hovering. If I let them go...if I release the pain and free myself,
I will have nothing left of them except some old photographs.

Happy memories hurt. Warm memories magnify the loss.

The hint of a ghostly smile must be defeated so I can triumph in heartache. It's what I know. It's familiar. Comfy.

I stoke the pain and keep it twisted around my heart so that every time it constricts, I feel them.

They are still with me...when I hurt.

They are alive in my tears when I cry.

Sorrow keeps us connected yet I'm still alone.

Pieces and pieces and pieces of Grief. Everywhere I turn.