Poems.

Grief will Shrink with Time

"The grief will shrink with time"

The words that have echoed in my brain since she died,

words that had been repeated to me by many people,

most of whom didn't even know her.

They don't understand.

They don't understand the gaping hole left in the pit of my stomach,

they don't understand the weight that is constantly on my chest.

They will never see the tears I shed most nights,

if not every night.

They will never see the pain I have to live with.

They don't know how much I long to hear her laugh,

to see her smile,

to hug her,

to hear her say my voice in a message;

a new message,

one last time.

But they did not know her.

They couldn't know how much the grief hurts,

or how much they'd miss her when she was gone.

They'd never heard her laugh

or saw her smile,

to know how contagious it really was.

They'll never have to miss her this much.

They will never know just how big the grief really is,

how it eats you alive from the inside out.

I envy that.

But in a way,

I'm happy to have the grief.

It is a forever reminder of how much I miss her,

how much I love her,

and how much she loved me.

They will never know that this grief will never shrink.

They should really envy me,

for being able to love her so much while she was alive,

that I am able to miss her this much now that she is gone.

- Jazmin