Tomorrow's the day.
We took pink flowers to her grave Friday, Maggie's birthday.
Can't pretend it doesn't hurt, that I am not thinking of her, missing her.
Moody, crying, eating too much, drinking too much, laughing too loud.
My throat hurts, my chest aches, parts of my body are numb.
Deep breaths don't seem to be making it all the way in.
I hold my breath, afraid I'll scream with every exhale.
Another day or two.
Grief will fade to the background.
I know it.