Every year, one month is more painful
than the rest.
It all finally piles up and I begin to process
and the pain burns through the love songs.
June has been the worst so far,
lonely and sweating and missing the dead.
Hungry for food that just isn't available,
wanting to vomit on what's served
and serve it back.
Just to see the pain reflected in someone
else's bright eyes.
To see the confusion and disappointment.
The pain is making me hateful.
Watching couples be happy together,
Struggle and survive these hard times
with secret smiles on their faces.
Listening to my playlists on headphones,
hoping for nightfall when I can be alone again.

06/22/2017

Posted on 06/27/2017
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