Still Mourning




Something is sitting on my chest, 
Something heavy,
I can't see it, I can't touch it
I just feel it all day long
All night long.
Some mornings I wake up 
Expecting it to be gone
But it never leaves. 
I shouldn't be surprised 
I don't even remember 
When it landed on my chest.
There are moments 
When I cry, 
After a long reflection, 
The weight become a little less 
Oppressing for a few days.
Then it comes back again
With its heavy embrace. 
Now the truth 
I know why this thing is here
I know when it sat on my chest
I know it will never go away
Because nothing will change back
After everything changed forever.

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