I open the door to my empty apartment
I ask the walls, “How long does sadness last?”
There is no answer except the echoes of my wailing
Echoes of my grief
How long does grief last?
The goodbye of a loved one will last a lifetime
Who’s lifetime though?
The rays from the sun setting create a pattern on the floor
I long to lay in that warmth
The cold floor reminds me of the sadness that lives in my bones
Heaviness I haven’t felt in so long
Heaviness that causes me to catch my breath
Like when the winter temperatures sneak up your back
Winter is a time for grieving
Cold, darkness with no hope of warmth and light
How long will this sadness last?
There is no answer.
lizzie fortin 