Separation

Separation comes in many forms

But the worst is that of death

Can't see them, can't talk to them

More often than not, we let go of them

In the worst of terms

Which eats us up from within

Thoughts of how we could have done better

Should have done better

Or worse think we should be the ones dead

Acceptance is the first step

Yes, they passed away

And no matter what you do

They won't come back, ever

Maybe that's better

We can't hurt them no more

Grief is the second

That overwhelming pain, you feel

That insatiable burn inside of you

Direct it towards something worth living for

Don't let their death be in vain

Guilt comes next

Know that it is not you

And it's not because of you

That they aren't here

Yes, you could have done better

But you can still do better

For others, learn from mistakes

Not delve into the past and get stuck there

Numb is what we feel next

Emptiness, the expanding void within

Know that it will get only get worse

If not controlled

Think about them

Would they be happy

To see you spiral into depths of depression

Because of them

The last stage seems like a sham

Because we feel moving on is never an option

Letting them go seems impossible,

Insensitive and selfish

But that's the difference between

The living and the dead

They are forever in past, and we are ahead

Alive, breathing

Holding onto them means never really

Forgiving ourselves

But we deserve it

The grief and trauma we go through

Is enough of a punishment

We can't bring them back

And they won't like to see us in pain

So, we let them go

Move on, it's not easy

But at least we try

If not for ourselves but for

For the sake of ones who died