years ago at a funeral,
watching a widow in despair,
you told me to move on
if you ever left,
to not give up on what life i have,
to not cry and whine,
to learn to live it day by day.
i wonder now,
years ago at that funeral,
watching that widow in despair,
did you bother to think
of how unsuitable
your death would be
to my pain?
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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 ...
