11 Months By Rosella Weigand

It's getting harder

Not to sink

To the bottom

And live there

I see your face in everything,

And the thought of

Never holding your hand again

Slowly creeps back in,

Settles, and pulls me under,

Further down deeper

Leaving me broken,

Drowning in pain

Nothing will ever be the same

I can't stop hurting

Sorrow is my constant