Missing You

Where you used to be,
there is a hole in the world,
which I find myself constantly
walking around in the daytime,
and falling in at night.
I miss you like hell.

-- Edna St. Vincent Millay

Mourning is not forgetting...it is an undoing. Every tie has to be untied bit by bit and played across the screen of your memory, then tucked away into the jewelled box with your loved one's name written in sparkling script on the top, to be taken out again and again to relive. Deep sorrow never leaves you, it only recedes tothe back of your mind and you learn to live with it.