or their silent swiftness
I know what it takes
take it from me, what I feel
now is only the strange
weight of grief
not grief itself--that may take
lifetimes, I doubt anyone
can take that from me
______
Pic: A frozen Red Cedar.
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Such a lovely poem, and you nailed it. The weight of the grief will eventually fade, but the grief itself is always there. You’ve been here before, so you know…but still, every time we go through it, it’s kind of a shock, right?
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