Grief


I cried long after the mourners were gone
because I remember.
I can't wallow in the doom and gloom of emotion.
I try to grieve, to understand and to move on.
Truth is, I'd rather not show mine.
It helps keep the memories intact of the good times.
I know it's different.
A strange and unusual way but that's how I handle grief
since I got lost in it one day.

4/13/2019

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