16/12/2025
People ask how I’m doing,
and I pause longer than I should.
Because there isn’t a simple answer
for learning how to wake up
to a world that changed without asking you.
Some days I function.
Some days I smile.
Some days I move through the hours
without falling apart in public.
And other days,
it still feels like the loss just happened...
like my heart didn’t get the memo
that time kept going.
So when people say “better,”
I wonder what they mean.
Does it mean I’ve learned how to carry this quietly?
That I’ve made room for the silence
where their voice used to live?
That I can stand in familiar places
without it knocking the breath out of me?
Maybe “better” isn’t the right word.
Maybe it’s just learning how to live
with love that didn’t get to stay.