Hurt

Sometimes it just plain hurts. You see a little girl with her family on the train and you just want to cry. You see a rocking chair awaiting a new baby that's coming and you feel like you've been punched in the gut. You drive home from somewhere in silence because neither one of you knows what to say, both just coping with the moment.
It can't be fixed because it's you that's broken; grief doesn't just go away. There's no way around it unfortunately. Sometimes its just going to hurt.