layers

layer by layer i step into a new level of grief. it has now been seven months since she left. god i miss her. it is getting worse. the empitiness, the lonliness, the craving to hold her hand, to hear her voice, to go for a walk to smell her skin. i continue to relive her death in my dreams, and in the waking hours throughout the day i remember that she is gone. it is asthough i have these clear moments in time when i truly get the severity of her absence and it is like she just died for the first time.