son

some things are just too painful
too hurtful to speak of
the process of forming descriptive words
just tears me up
I cannot take this grief
this heavy weight of loss
I find myself trying to breathe
In complete disregard for living
my child
How can I reconcile this ?
You were always there
In my thoughts in my worry
I always thought it would get better
I always felt we had tomorrow
I was a fool
The truth was in my every bone
when it came true