These days, we walk separate paths. We drive in opposite directions, dealing with our own grief. The pain runs too deep, the other side too far away. We never anticipated how thin it could get.
A sheer wall of sorrow lines the space between us. Two sides of the couch, weighing separate in its own grief. We know it isn't right, but neither of us has the courage, nor the energy to scoot closer.
When you're married you courageously claim to battle through it all. Love will outweigh anything. Our love. Except you never imagine losing two children. You never imagine your future being swept from under you, leaving you both searching for even ground. You never imagine having this pain, so deep.
Thru thick and thin.
But the thick is courageous. We will battle. We will fill that space on the couch. We will able to see hope in each others eyes. From this wreckage, may we find new hope and opportunity.
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