Nights are always the toughest. Pain demands to be felt. After the struggle to remain composed, I will eventually have to let the pain be felt, till a point that it will cease to hurt and become numb.
As days and time goes by, it will all be ashes scattered in the wind and I will learn how to live with the void.
I will wait for the sun to rise over the horizon and pull up a facade of composure, till the void ceases to exist.
Till then I understand, life goes on.