I tried humour first
Tried laughing it off
Only to hear my echo
Return with a penetrating force
I tried talking about it
Only to realise I didn’t have enough words to say
I checked online
Others were caught in the same conundrum
Everybody wanted to share
But nobody had the vocabulary
I tried sad songs and movies
I sat with her and flipped
Through tunes and scenes
To get a sense of what others are going through
Mistake number one
She understood that it was the norm
To overstay your welcome
And live rent-free in your host’s overflowing heart
I tried isolation next
Locked her in a dark room
Left her to starve
I was sure she’d stop annoying me
I was wrong
She didn’t cease her misbehaviour
It only made her worse
It made her stronger
Mistake number two
I tried ignoring her
Tried giving her no attention
Only to realise I
Needed her as much
As she needed me
Or perhaps more
Strike three
I’ve given up
I’ve no hope in me
I must embrace it
Let my life revolve around it
Place my bricks around it
And build myself a refuge
If I can
Frank Solanki 
The entire process you’ve described is so true,your words truly hit the mark.
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I don´t know if you lost someone who is still alive or has died, but your pain is palpable.
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Help me if I’m wrong, but wouldn’t you want to be near someone who you can stop thinking about?
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That’s not how one would like to deal with Grief
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I’m sorry 😞 I interpreted it differently…..I’m also grieving as I’ve lost my Dad recently
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Stay strong, my friend!
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We grow around our grief. It remains nestled in new memories, recall of forgotten joys and oriented toward reunion, a horizon of known and new.
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Sometimes only way out is through🥀
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She never goes away, just fades as the time goes away…
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