We have witnessed grief first hand
It’s in the news for us to see.
We see sorrow seeping from out their pores.
We feel their agony.
A life was taken senselessly
one second there…and now it’s gone.
Their story ended prematurely
only their memory lingers on.
In time their grief will soften
they know not where or when
but when they do remember
the grief will rise again.
For the moment someone is taken from us
the moment their life is quelled
a part of those who loved them
dies that moment as well.
I imagine their only consolation
ss they wear their grief like a glove
is to remember grief is but an outcome
of the depth and wonder of their love.
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