Grief

Grief comes in waves. Ebbs and flows. Do you notice how the smile doesn't reach my eyes any more?? No it doesn't get better,telling me they're in a better place doesn't suffice nor telling me everything thing happens for a reason bring me comfort. I only imagine how things would be now if you were still here. Would it be the same or would things been different?? All I know is, that grief are the tears shed not because you're gone, but for me because I wonder what it would be if you were still here