Forlorn [The Daily Post]

My heart felt like it was going to fall out of my chest from the pain and the strain and the loss.  My eyes wouldn’t stay up, wouldn’t stay looking toward the positive.  My hands wouldn’t stay busy, so all I did was remember:

He was so young.

He was so sick.

He was so helpless.

Why would this happen to someone who didn’t deserve?

My mind would never comprehend.  The grief would never completely disappear.  It would get easier, though.  My heart would start to understand.

Until next time,

Daily prompt: Forlorn


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