Learning to Cope

The tears come so readily when a word or a piece of music triggers a memory, but I didn’t dream of him last night. He no longer fills my thoughts every waking moment.

I’m getting used to eating alone. But, I’ll never get used to the great expanse of cold and empty bed. I miss the feel of his breath on the back of my neck as he holds me through the night.

I still jump when the phone rings, but I’m able to talk to people without mentioning his name every other sentence. Life goes on, even for me.