Acceptance.

Grating.

Broken.

Serrated.

Chafes.

Stabs.

Incises.

Persisting.

Body tensing.

Heart wrenching.

We all come to a point.

Where the pain is too much.

Too present.

Too dominant.

Too consistent.

This instant.

That moment.

Those times.

Defined.

Shaped.

Molded.

By pain.

By strain.

By sorrow.

Tomorrow.

The future.

The promise.

Is that it dulls.

Is that it recedes.

Is that it ends.

It's still here.

I still hear.

It still sears.

My skin.

My soul.

My mind.

It's mine.

Memory won't forget it.

Soul can't gift it.

Body can't shift it.

Sitting in misery

Of sharpened memories.

Remembered deeply

Through absence.

Paradoxical balance.

Love intensified.

Fondness amplified.

Loss personified.

As your hug.

As your warmth.

As your voice.

A choice

To deny the charm

In this drug —

To feel you through hurt,

To see you through pain,

To hear you through grief —

Feels wrong.

Seems empty.

Rings false.

Heal me,

Leave the memory.

Or knot in my soul.

So I forever know

Love ever-growing

And everlasting.

And so I hurt.

And so I feel.

And so I live.