Alicia Rose Whennen

And not much will be left of us
After this has occurred.
Just an empty shell,
And another body to be burned

Tell me it gets easier.
Tell me my skin won’t ache anymore.
Tell me everything will be okay even if it won’t be.

You’re strong enough to get out of bed in the morning after crying yourself to sleep that night. You’re strong enough to walk through the town you both once roamed together. You’re strong enough to find some time to laugh even though your heart wants to cry about the loss of another.