Dedicated in loving memory to Danielle Nicole Church--a friend who wasn't held dear enough.

When you find the end of the tears--

You know its supposed to be over now.

Even your body is sending signals.

But in your heart, in the pit of your stomach,

The back of your mind,

You know it will never be over.

When it burns your eyes to close them,

You will always see.

When your throat is raw from the sobs,

You will always taste.

When your hands are weak from shaking, 

You will always feel.

It will never leave you--

This hollowness--

You know it will never be over.