Came across this poem...

... in another subreddit. Thought I'd share. I know I'm early in the grief process, but it still resonated with me. It's a sonnet by Edna St Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied    Who told me time would ease me of my pain!    I miss him in the weeping of the rain;    I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from every mountain-side,    And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;    But last year’s bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.    There are a hundred places where I fear    To go,—so with his memory they brim.    And entering with relief some quiet place    Where never fell his foot or shone his face    I say, “There is no memory of him here!”    And so stand stricken, so remembering him.