Echo of My Own Voice

broken20heart1After you were gone a magnitude of grief arrived, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The hardest part was no longer being able to hug you every day, in hearing only the echo of my own voice when I spoke your name, sleeping without your body against mine and waking alone.


Grief can take care of itself,
but to get the full value of joy,
you must have somebody to divide it with.
Mark Twain

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