After the funeral and all the friends leave. When all
the errands are done, and thank you cards
mailed. When the phone calls cease, and warm
casseroles stop coming. That is when this heart
breaking journey we call grief begins . .
I can wipe the tears
from my eyes, but
I can't wipe the pain
from my heart . . .
There is a pain in my heart
Which was never there
Now that you are gone
I find the pain filling your absence.
Top graphic, thanks to ~Out of the Ashes