grief

Even though time has passed,

I wail to the sky mother,

This weekend is hard.

 

Time is but a veil,

My moans are all consuming,

The wound is still raw.

 

Does it ever cease?

Do I even want it to?

As long as I grieve

 

You stay.

 

 


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