Alone, Surrounded by Help

Alone, Surrounded by Help

Everyone is helping
It’s amazing to experience the outpouring of support
To be helped by so many
And, yet feel so alone

Everyone helps but no one can touch the pain
No one can make it go away
No one can bring you back

They help me connect my dots day to day
But there’s a great disconnect

I’m thankful for the help
I feel the love
But I want your love

I miss you

People are all around me
Helping me
Loving me
Caring for me

But I am alone
Surrounded by help

(This was the second poem or bullet journal of thoughts I had while on that same afternoon walk, Saturday, February 18 (day 67). Also recorded by thumbs to an iPhone note as I walked along the trail. Though surrounded and supported so well, the absence of Lindsey is a solitary confinement of sorts in my grief. I’m in the room just for us, the room we shared though life, but now she’s gone. I think about that a lot).