Contemplation

Days To Years

The days roll by and I smile even though somedays it hurts.

My chest constricts, I want to cry, my lip quivers and I want to sleep away the empty Hole inside. The day is almost here.

I'm getting flashbacks.

I'm angry, sad and then fighting tears. Two years

Two years since I screamed into the phone and hung up

Two years since I called him back, both of us crying

The first time I had heard him shed tears.

Two years since I saw the body bag through the window, the dropped you like a bag of bricks and I thought to myself

How uncaring they were but he was gone, his body cold, and turning to stone.