When it first happens
The pain is overwhelming
A riptide of pain

You survive in a daze
Shock the oxygen mask that keeps you

Then there is the sinister stranger
Who hangs with you in silence
The body of loss strapped to your living soul

Time most certainly
Does not
Heal all wounds

Time just
Makes a wound
A scar
Not fatal

Nothing ever the same
You the one who died that day.

Waiting for a voice
A call to life