when i met you for the first time,
i didn't know you'd be
my full stop.
a comma, maybe
or a half-hearted rhyme,
but not the stop
that'd be my end point;
and now you're gone
and all that i am
is an open sentence
losing letters
every now and then,
and as much as i try
to keep it together,
i have pieces in me
that escape from these cracks,
leaving behind them a self
that's nothing but a broken shell.
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7 Weeks Without You ✓
PoetryGrief is a five letter word but the turbulence it creates can last as much as five years, maybe even more. 7 Weeks Without You is not a story, but a state. Each week reflects one stage of grief: grief for the death of your loved one. Genre: Poetry ...
