I'm Angry.

I'm angry.

Not at the one I love and lost.

Never them.

I'm angry at the world for not giving me a sign that they're okay.

I'm angry at the world for not allowing them to come back to me in another form.

I'm so angry at the world for making me wait to feel them.

Life without them has been hard.

I just want to know they're still with me.

Is that too much to ask?

Why are others getting constant signs and reminders that they're never alone,

while I'm sitting in my grief, wishing I could feel just a little bit of them?

When is it my turn?

Is it because I'm not a believer in God?

Is it because I don't believe a specific god created this world,

and instead believe in some alternate higher power?

How is that fair?

Part of the reason I don't believe in God

is because life isn't fair—

so I guess I shouldn't be too surprised

that my grief would be treated unfairly, too.

I'm so angry at the world for taking them from me.

I'm so angry at the world for not letting me know they're still around.

I don't know when I'll get my sign,

or if I ever will—

but I'll hold on to the hope

that somehow, someday soon,

I'll feel them with me again.