i stay awake at night,
imagining the ghost of you lying beside me.
the idea makes me smile,
because i know now,
in death you've found your release.
even though you're gone,
i know now you never truly are
so when it's time to move on,
i take a deep breath and nod,
knowing you're looking at me from the stars.
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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 ...
