Grief unfolds.

Throughout grief you can often forget for a while that you are so very, very sad.

Then it hits you,

 like a knife to the chest,

 and you remember all over again.

You can’t help but feel guilty for that moment of happiness.

For having forgotten that you have every reason to be sad.

You carry on trying to have more good moments than bad for the sake of your lost one, but the grief returns, washing over you in waves, and you can never truly forget.

Every action you take in those days of intense grief is a reflection of the sadness within your soul.

The pain of having lost what was once an all important part of you.

The anguish that you try to hide can rear its head in sudden moments where the torture of grief returns at the whim of even the slightest reminder of the love that is gone.

They say that time heals all wounds.

I say time just creates a retaining wall.

A wall that those waves can so easily defeat,

and quietly tear apart the wounds within.

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