Every day since I last saw you
reminds me that
the reality of your death
is inescapable.
In the beginning,
it felt like just another hiatus
after your monthly visit.
But the longer time drags by,
the more it sets in my heart
that you are truly gone.
I miss you more
today than yesterday.
The ache from your absence
becomes more pronounced
with each passing day.
It's not true that it gets easier;
it actually gets harder.