24 hours since you've been gone,
I've already come undone.
Without you here my heart physically aches,
and it's only day number 1.
Day number 7, I'm still crying
myself to sleep at night.
People tell me I'll get over you,
but I'll never feel alright.
Went out to the movies on day 14,
and didn't laugh at all.
How could a loss such as you,
hurt me if you were so small?
Day number 22,
at least the tears have stopped for now.
I'm doing the best that I possibly can,
slow healing the heart allows.
Day number 30, it's getting better,
the pain is starting to dim.
A little easier everyday,
at last I'm not so grim.
Day number 41,
I'm almost happy again.
Emotions are close to back to normal,
for this I say amen.
Day number 48 I flip through pictures,
one of you catches my eye.
The dull ache in my heart returns,
I whisper "I miss you so...goodbye"
It was 48 days ago exactly that my little parakeet, Feathers past away. I'm still here and hurting. Some days are easy, and others just make me feel as if I want to be dead with him. I'm here and he's not. That's still a hard concept to grasp.
