Eventually, all life moves on,
Can one move on though, from the loss of a
Loved one?
I think not. Time is meant to heal all ills, but this…this
Pain.
Cuts.
So. Deep. My strength fluctuates hourly, and I seem to miss you more, rather than less.
Eventually, I will have to accept, all life moves on.
About the Creator
Liam Storm
I currently work as a thatcher, but love the art of writing a narrative, currently I am working on putting my ideas onto paper and creating a book. In the meantime I create short stories to keep myself, fiancée and two dogs entertained.
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Nice work and relatable for many! 👏😔
The pain of loss excellently described here, Liam.
This is why I try my best not to let people into my life. Because come a day, they would leave permanently. Loved your Acrostic!