she talked
I tried to listen
~
she felt
cold
dead inside
~
she asked
how do I love again
~
we grieved
different ways
~
I had no answer
~
she talked
I tried to listen
~
she felt
cold
dead inside
~
she asked
how do I love again
~
we grieved
different ways
~
I had no answer
~
Nested.
heading into the
oncoming lane
becoming the pain
each day brings repeated challenges
until suffering is understood
facing fears
~
blinding
light