The true nature of my loss was revealed.
Understanding flooded in.
Everything before had been a fantasy.
A routine and frenetic mimicry of sorrow.
Never really grasping it.
Never really letting the truth take hold.
At dawn I began to cry.
This semi-darkness marked the sprouting of the seeds of grief.
Without the fantasy of your continued existence.
Time will stop.
My world.
My life as I knew it.
Will meet its end.
Lisa Loves Words 
