Fingers in symphony

Death is final; You know the hole in your heart is real, you can’t see it but you were awake when it was being made; your ribs were crushed to create it, death made sure of letting you experience it. Now, death is here, real, and you will have to make your peace. There were nights you stayed awake praying for all of it to turn into a dream, a parallel life at worst, there were days your mind played games with you- a flicker of motion there, a glimpse here, there were also days you were out all day, to create new experiences, one without your precious, so your mind won’t drag you to a place he is not in.

You were swimming in that endless ocean of grief while juggling life, the ebb and flow of emotions putting your tears into overdrive, good thing you had your mask on, you would need it for several days to hide your true self.