Pain

You speak of death like it were a joke.
Like your absence makes no difference to me.
Like I could just erase you from the memories I've never let go off ...
Those that I hold close in the most painful moments, a cushion to feel comforted.

Why then do you inflict the pain with those words?
Do you not realize that when you feel pain it is I who feel it more.
Physical pain is easier to overcome, but how do I separate the emotional turmoil from a physical being.

For I have been there in that very space, long after you left.
You moved on, but I stayed.

As though I was frozen in that very moment.
Shackled in your pain,
Hurting, mourning.

I make every attempt to take it away from you.
But the pain seems to linger.
Wreaking us in more ways than one.

My only hope that through each day, I lessen it further.
One day to be triumphant and make you wish you prayed for a life ... with me.