Un-staged

The stages of grief are supposed to start hard and finish softer;
how nice if that were true.
With each and every day that passes without you here, sister, 
I feel an unbearable sadness, an ache that screams for relief,
yet nothing can ever ease the raw pain. 
Not hearing your comforting voice everyday 
leaves me empty and alone.
Not seeing your beautiful face,
leaves me longing and constantly in tears.
Knowing that my journey on Earth doesn’t include you,
leaves me in a black wilderness,
a once thriving blossoming tree 
now abandoned and broken,
with dead limbs and twisted branches.