If you already read my "Lighthouse" poem, it's almost like that but more of "real me", not a fiction story.
it's just raw feelings.
It is not real, it can't be... I guess you can call it "Denial Stage of Grief" but I don't really think of this way.
How am I feeling right now? Nothing... Emptiness...
Just full of the memories about him...
*You can share this poem but just add my credit... it's for people who lost their family due COVID, and hopefully give them the comfort feeling to share their pain and show the process through their own grieves.
If you're not interested in something that make you cry or sad, just don't read this...