The way loss seeps
into neck hollows
and curls at temples
sits between front teeth
cavity
empty and waiting
for mourning to open
the way mourning stays
forever shadowing vision
shaping lives with memory
a drawer won't close
sleep elusive
smile illusive
the only real is grief
forever counting the days
minutes missing without knowing
so that one day
you find yourself
showering tears
missing that love
like sugar
aches teeth
Powerful poem. Apt description of grief. It seems to hide in places you aren't expecting to find it, and when you run across it, it overwhelms you, leaping out and taking you by surprise.
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