Gratitude asked me, "What was it like to love him?" As I pondered the question, I answered, "It was like being exhumed, as if I was buried alive and brought to life in a flash of brilliance. It was an overwhelming feeling that gave me a new perspective on life."
Joy asked me, "What was it like to be loved in return?" I recalled the feeling and replied, "It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, as if a ray of sunshine broke through the clouds and shone on me. It was like being heard after a lifetime of silence, as if my voice mattered and was finally heard."
Lastly, Sorrow asked me, "What was it like to lose him?" As I reflected on the question, I could feel the world's weight on my shoulders. I replied somberly, "It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me, said all at once. It was a feeling of emptiness and despair. A void that could never be filled.
MEMORIES
memories feel like a disease
or some kind of bad infection
spreading in all directions
just memories as far as my mind can see
I don’t want the good with the bad
why can’t this be the only time I’ve ever had?
memories forgive me, please
I’m lonesome without you
but I’m a wreck thinking about you just
memories as far as my mind can see
It’s too sad
looking back
I’m alright of that I’m sure
until I’m crying on the kitchen floor
I swear that I’m fine until I’m traveling back in time
to all those memories
for an hour I forget
and then my heart starts paying debts
if I’m alone for a little while
I can only see his smile
and all those memories
~Margaret Glaspy