It's the parasite that infected his body, Taking pieces away each second, Each minute, each hour, each day.
What I want to say is Stop reminding me that I am grieving Grieving the loss of could be moments.
Grieving the of modification of important hopes Like my wedding day and daddy daughter dance. Memories held dear but corroded around the edges, Dream versions rotting with their unfulfilled potential, Burning the edges and leaving something charred in their wake.
What I want to say is That one day, probably not as far as I hoped, Or need, He will be Gone. And no longer will I be peppered with Polite inquiries into his status. And will that be worse? The absence of inquiry… A burning reminder of his absence. And how will my grief feel, Compared to my unfounded rage.
What I want to say is
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