Denial

I thought that if I acted like it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t. No one warned me; I never saw the sign… It comes back stronger, three times fold, with every effort to resist.

The reminders are everywhere. Friends no longer stop and say hello. They don’t know how to handle it, making eye contact, knowing what they know.

The store window where we met; the diner of our first date. I can’t escape the taunting ruthlessness. I had visited the studio where we recorded our love album, and I felt I could physically feel your presence.

You’ve only been gone six months, but, even now, the wound is so raw.. there isn’t a safety scab or a bandaid capable of taking off any edge of this.

I thought if I could put you out of my mind, and act like it didn’t matter, that it wouldn’t…

But, denial is only the first stage in the process of grieving.

Photo Credit: pixel
Photo Credit: Pixel

Prompt inspired by Promptuarium

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