2 years later..

Today I woke up a little bit slower, a little bit sadder, and with a little less purpose.. But I did get up and start my day, I did not cower. Its been 2 years since we last spoke, 2 years since my heart broke.. The pain, the anguish I felt at your passing, The hurt, the loss, the tears… seemingly everlasting, are there still, ever present today as I remember, that two years ago you left me..broken.. with your departure.. Without your warmth, your love, and your voice, I feel lost and angry and want to scream at the world.. “This was not my wish, this was never my choice!” yet I am forced to get up each and very morning, Put a smile on my face and pretend that everything is alright.. So today, like yesterday and the day before, I get by..I get...