Rising Mist

When she left, I didn’t know where to turn, what to say, how to help. I guess this was a shortcoming of mine that remains, as to this day, I still don’t know what to say.

Sure, I have suffered loss, but not like this. You lost a piece of your heart that would never return, never mend, never be heard again. You lost something so dear to you that every day seemed as dark as the next, a shaded illusion of the life you use to embrace.

During these somber times, I felt hopeless, poorly equipped, as all it seemed I could do was sit and watch you suffer. Witness you trying to be strong, failing, and trying again for the benefit of others. All while knowing you had questions passing through your conscious, questions that may never be heard, may never be answered.

You had things that needed to be said, but sadly the single person you needed most was now silent. This was the future laid bare for all to experience. I know you felt alone, wanted to scream, find some sense in the pain. But sadly, we both knew that was a reality that would never appear.

You had to live in this pain, suffering in the moments that felt all too common, with no real end in sight. My heart was forever heavy, watching you, the one I love, in constant pain. As if watching life itself slowly fade, behind the flames of this hardship obscured the reality of what would remain.

There will always be so much left unsaid. But I have seen you recover, witnessing your growth fuelled by the despair of the past, fuelled by the resolve to help. Now, as the next evolution of life begins, I know that the one you miss the most is sitting right beside you, helping to guide you home.