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It doesn’t happen as often now,

those moments rolling

into tidal waves.

When they do, they hit harder

knock me

to my knees

hands clutching at my throat

trying

to keep air in my lungs.

*

It doesn’t happen as often now

those dreams of visiting

in familiar places.

When they do, I know

you’re not

really there

just the wishing in my head

flying

free as you are.

*

It’ll never not happen,

I’ve tried

to fit those moments

those dreams

into memories of who you were

in your best times

even in your worst.

I’ve tried being grateful

for the time I had,

that your pain is done,

about your next adventure.

I try and I try, and sometimes

succeed, and yet,

there are those moments.

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6 responses to “Less

  1. MaryAnn Forbes

    You capture the essence of grief so very beautifully and personally. I’m crying, yet I feel as though I’m crying healing tears. You touch my heart in so many ways. Thank you very much for sharing your journey.

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  2. Janis W

    So amazing.❤️

    Like

  3. Lise-Marie

    Beautiful

    Like

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