I want to scream but all my screams turn to sobs. My eyelids swell with the tears that refuse to be shed and yet fill to the point of being near blind.
It’s almost as if my heart thinks this way it can hold onto you longer even though I know you are already gone.
My bones, my muscles, my entire body feels each sob gripping a hold of me and holding on tight like a talon; as though there is a dull butter knife ripping through my flesh.
Everything’s coming out.
And I can’t stop it.
I reach out but only seem to grab hold of a silent imagination of what used to be.