Together

How is one supposed to feel when they’ve lost someone they’ve never met?

Someone who, years later, would’ve been the same person they were eating breakfast with every morning and laughing tirelessly with night after night before tucking them into bed.

Someone to finally help me see the beauty that I’ve been missing this whole time in the world.

How do we know how we feel at any given time?

There are some emotions I do not believe I will ever be able to identify; the compounding involved is simply of too much complexity.

Distractions only work for so long — compartmentalization is never the right option. Alas, do we give in? Do we fixate?

I am merely a human. Why are there seemingly so few roads to take?

Who put forth these paths?

Radical acceptance isn’t enjoyable, but I participate. I accept everything — to a fault.

Pushing forward is something that has been foreign to me.

Why isn’t that the case anymore?

Is it his strength inside me? Was it the thought of being his father?

Or is it the almighty father?

How is it possible to miss someone this much?

C.M. Rose