Keep the Door Closed - Explore
Keep the door closed…
It never stops, the pain. Every time I walk by that room it is like a knife plunging through my heart. I keep the doors closed. I don’t want to see or feel. I try and stare straight ahead as I pass…but it does not really work. I feel the loss still so strongly. As if it was Feb 2nd all over again, the worst day of my life.
There have been a few times I have gone in. It is so strange how I can still smell her. Is it the diapers or lotions or clothes that I have left untouched? Or is it just her, she lingers, and watches as I slowly die of a broken heart.