grief (Remove filter)
it’s mostly sadness, overall
it’s mostly sadness overall
though every time i turn that corner, i think of her smile.
i only have words for her
though i cannot speak them so she will hear, i wish i would have said them.
i love you.
and the dirt couldn’t say it back, so silence is my gift from her. silence, and the way i still th...
Tuesday 21st July 2020 7:17 pm
Numb.
Numb.
Dry and numb.
Grief cannot be duplicated, though it can be felt, again and again.
We’ll just go to sleep and never cry again. so it shall be dreamed, not wept.
It will fade, but right now, we sleep.
Numb and dry.
Numb.
Tuesday 21st July 2020 6:57 pm
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