Stages of grief are a myth till loss shatters you entire being in the dead of night
You have never hated the words "i'm sorry for your loss" till those words ring in your ear as you choke down tears at church
The pain starts as a pit in your stomach but rises to your heart as if its been thrown on the ground shattering like a fragile china doll
The memories, her voice and her beautiful smile
All lost for eternity
As if they never existed.
A lean forward and a nod back and shes gone
Sending hummingbirds of love
