By E.B. Wexler
“anniversary” implies that I do not have grief the other 364 days
I do.
But as the date approaches
I feel, slowly arising
The original grief
The breath sucked out of me when I got the news over the phone.
The early grief
Walking around in a daze, wondering where she went
How things would be now
She was 31
She was my “person”
And it was out of the blue.
I have not been the same since. And I don’t want to be…. Continue Reading…