each waking moment, that can trigger the past, is another excuse to remember, another excuse to bring about pain, yo make us feel like we should exist, and to give us an unsubtle reminder to why we live, a smaller glimmer of hope, and a motivator to live for....

with each moment that we let pass, and we attempt to not remember, we are in turn remembering to not remember, and thus slip into rememberance.

no one can console, nor consolidate a loss, of any amount, or substance, regardless of kind words, loving arms, or a single tear, because inside of us, each loss, takes away another piece of us, another portion of our spirit, essencs, another moment that the mind must have a momentary relapse of reason, and dwell upon the past, only to remind us that happiness is and was possible....

Wonderful. I am glad you wrote this, for I can relate so well right now in this present time in my life that it is uncanny. The first stanza paragraph or whatever spells it out so simply.

*nods* Carpe diem. Things slip away far too quickly and the scary thing is not that it hurts us that they slip away, but that we often don't notice the leaving of the things that would hurt us most if we had known we were losing them.