A Stopping Place

Another year is coming to a close without you.

“Get over it,” people say.

Never.

I will never get over losing you.

Ever.

I count time in increments.

One month, six, a year –

Days go by

And I manage

And I manage.

Few folks know

That my heart is cracked,

Cracked

And it hurts

Always, never stopping.

It’s been one year,

Seven months,

Six days.

It could be yesterday.

Today,

Tuesday,

For no reason

Tangible to me,

You are here

Heavy

Burrowed in my mind.

Tears and memories

Have come for a visit,

Gone now, for awhile,

And I will move on

As I should

Until next time

When I reach

Another stopping place.

                                                            Some words for Alex on December 30, 2014

                                                            Judith DeChesere-Boyle