Microbereavement
A Poem
Published in
May 10, 2024
People tell you it will be alright,
that you will recover in time,
but they don’t know anything
They don’t know the number
of times a day, thirty-three
years later, that it haunts you
It’s not a singular event
It’s a scrolling panel of sad
for the rest of your life
It’s small paper cuts
It’s recurring migraines
It’s microbereavement
There is no cure for loss
and there is no timetable
for a proper recovery
There is constant grief,
year after year, in perpetuity,
and you choose to hold it
I choose to accept it,
as I always have,
with an open heart
with a broken heart
© Jonathan Greene 2024
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