deprivation
They say time fills the void that grief brings That life becomes easier and we are supposed to feel comfort in knowing that the emptiness and the pain weaken their grips around our throats How happy we should be to allow these to pass But I would rather the emptiness fill me like a garden hose in an Olympic pool and the pain dull like an open break sealed with bandaids And when they ask me why I tell them dead in their faces That the emptiness and the pain are more bearable than knowing I forget the sound of his voice that grounded my being and I forget the way my skin bumped when he touched me And that I'll forget the smell of his favorite cologne melting into his skin and I won't ever feel my heart race the same as when I l looked into his eyes I tell them that the antagonizing deprivation of all senses of him is even greater a loss than they could comprehend And I tell them the next time they choose to speak their so called comforts to think twice before they exit th