Life After Loss

Nobody prepares you For life after a loss. All the words are the same But they don't tell you it's hard. They expect you to know That waking up is weighed with guilt. They don't warn you About the fear of forgetting. They don't know what it's like Moving on with nothing left To remember the lost by. Everyone grieves with us But it may be easier for them. At least they have More to hold onto Other than a memory. And while memories are special; While we lucked out with pictures... I won't ever get to say: "It was my sisters" again. I can't say, "My mom gave it to me." Everything that belonged And all that she gave Has been lost to the flames. All I have now Is a resemblance That will change As I grow older While they stay 17 and 43 Forever.