Those who think you can put a time limit on grief
Have never lost a piece if their heart.
The pain can't be conrolled, and it tears you apart
Everything reminds you of them.
The snow, the sun, and the rain.
Every single one gives you a new found pain.
You wish, just for one day, they'd come back.
They never do.
They never do.
YOU ARE READING
To: You ✔
PoetryA book of poetry. #739 poetry 1/16/19 #339 poem 1/29/19 Start date: 10/16/18 End date: 9/18/19
