Time
When you stopped breathing a part of me stopped breathing too. Our lives as we knew them came to a dramatic, too sudden halt but to my shock the world didn’t stop turning. The sun still rose in all its magnificent glory and would set each evening with its magical palette of vivid colours. Life goes on. On those occasions that I’ve been lucky enough to be on a walk and catch a beautiful sunrise or sunset I’ve stood and watched its beauty unfurl or set in front of me, letting the light leak into my weary bones and broken heart. In those moments time stands still and the beauty of the sunrise or the sunset soothes me. In those moments I can breathe again, its neither the past or the future, its just the now and its a beautiful place to be. Since you left I feel I’m at the mercy of time, every second that passes pulls me in opposite directions. Every day takes you further away from me and yet every passing day also brings me closer to being reunited with you. It’s the grievers paradox...