By Chelle A. Carter-Wilson
Beloved,
I no longer remember the details of my dreams about you, confirming that you are gone. One morning, awakened from slumber, I knew that you’d entered my dream. The inability to recount the details, though hurtful, was irrelevant; as always, you inhabit my days and my nights.
I actively grieve you during my waking hours. Once searing, the blinding pain of loss, the feeling that I will forget to breathe, has settled deeply into me. Differently, I am changed by you once again. The home we bought together, filled with our love and the laughter of our babies, the one we shared for 20 years, tells fresh stories. You and I, the we we were, are being revealed in new ways.
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