Grief reflects in reposes of missed opportunity, pain and the want to live moments again….
And Now, I Grieve
Footprints in the snow spoke of your presence,
you once was here,
but now, you’re not….
Warm breath upon bitter sills,
winter widowed and cold,
you once sat close, and now, I’m alone….
Light hands upon weighted shoulders,
tender kisses on smitten cheeks,
you once embraced this life, alas no more.
A hymn that verses goodbye lets you sleep within delicate requiems,
solace in rhythm become one, since you’ve gone.
Having once adorned the place called here, you now rest in a place there,
you once was…
and now, I grieve….
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