164th Post

Saturday night.

Sunday morning.

A day spent quietly.
At home.

In silent thoughts.
In agony.

I am still missing her.

The silent tears well up.
But with no place to escape.

And so it remains.
The uncried tears of agony.

Of unfathomable pain.
Of unimaginable misery.

I'm barely holding myself together.
But still.
Cracks are visible.
And growing.

How long can i hold on?
I don't know.

Help me.
Loving angel of mine.

Hold me in your arms of comfort.
And take this pain away.