The Man In the Frame

The familiar pit in my stomach
From the hole in my heart 
April 6th in 2011 was our first month apart
It was your Birthday 
It felt so strange not to call my friend
But, as they say, all things must End
Just a few months later 
I stood in shock at your stone 
We didn't have a chance to say goodbye
I'd never felt more alone 

You knew me better than I even knew myself
I take your photo tonight from it's drawer
And place next to my bed on the shelf
It's Just for your Birthday i tell myself
For I have moved on in many ways
But for this occasion you smile back 
As You're proudly displayed 
As is secret custom for me on this day
To celebrate your Birth and the life that you made
With it's True Love, passion and the energy that would too soon fade 

I used to be jealous of others 
I felt always Living carefree 
Without this pain and to know much grief 
Now I just feel bad for them
For they didn't know you like me
I guess I knew I was special 
And I always will be
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Krutsinger Avatar
April 5, 2021 at 11:05 PM
Grief changes everything immediately. "I felt always Living carefree Without this pain and to know much grief " you have reflected the shock of grief well here.
Gleason Avatar
April 6, 2021 at 6:08 PM
Thank you so much for you're comments. It's very healing to write about my experience with grief ... Even 10 years after losing my boyfriend, it gets easier but the heartbreak never goes away fully.
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