if someone asks me today:
how i am,
at least i can smile and say,
better than i thought i can.
if someone noses into my affairs
and asks if i miss you,
at least i won't shred my eyes in tears
thinking of having to start anew.
if someone asks me now:
if i'm happy you're in a better place,
at least i can shake my head and whisper wow,
because what do they even know about your fate?
if someone questions
how my tears have dried up,
i can answer in suggestions
of how in my dreams now we meet up.
and if someone asks me today:
if i need them to get through,
at least i can smile and walk away,
for i know i can be my own glue.
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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 ...
