For others, it’s just another day. For me, the 12th of November is;

For others, it’s just another day. For me, the 12th of November is;
Yesterday isn’t gone.
I hear it when a door slams shut.
On the 4th of September, I googled “does grief end”. It’s been three years and ten months since I lost my Mum, and I miss her so much.
I don’t care what anyone says because I know no amount of preparation, planning or time can make grief and losing a loved one easy. There are a whole lot of easy tasks but grieving isn’t one of them.
Whenever I was told
you left this world
for a better place
I never believed
I spent every day at the hospital
but I didn’t care
I spent my birthday at the hospital
but I didn’t care
Many nights I’ve prayed
for a minute
with you again
The scars of loss
have left me a mess
I’m dreaming while awake
and hurting every step of the way
I don’t have to answer your calls
I don’t have to reply to your messages
I don’t have to tell you how my day went
I don’t have to answer the door when you come by
No one tells you that
when death comes
to take someone you love
it doesn’t listen to your pleas
and it has no regard for your feelings
it doesn’t answer your cries
nor does it wait for your opinion