Grief Could Join List of Disorders
His laughter silenced now
Twinkling eyes dimmed
Curly hair no longer growing shaggier
All turned inward and shrinking
A decaying leaf of a windswept forest floor,
Reduced to grit and bone
Sun still rises despite his absence
Mocking with its promise
I’m driftwood, hollowed out, pulled by memory’s undertow
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