Monday, March 09, 2015

Eight days,
Eight weeks,
Eight months,
Eight years,
I keep waiting for it to get easier

It hasn’t

I wait
For the numbness
To give way

I wait
For the full weight
Of the loss

I wait
For the hurting
To pass to the side

I wait
For the good memories
To push the pain away

You have been gone
Eight years, Dad

I keep waiting for it to get easier

It hasn’t.

Ron Simpson, Jr.
March 8, 2015

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