Rosie

Grief.

I sit down on the muddy ground,
staring down at his gravestone,
hearing birds chirping in the distance,
I could feel my hands shake uncontrollably,
as tears were rolling down my pale cheeks.
\"I miss you..\"
I say,
my voice sounding tired.
I paused for a small moment,
thinking to myself,
Why is missing someone so...
Miserable?..
It shouldn\'t be this upsetting..
Should it?
My thoughts started to overwhelm me,
I cuddled up to myself,
as I quietly sobbed.
\"I miss you so much...\"
I mumble to myself,
my throat feels like it\'s burning,
I can hardly breathe.
someone,
please,
save me..
...
Is this what Grief feels like?..