Six Months
Dealing with death
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2 min readNov 20, 2024
Is it really six months?
the short and long of sorrow
the days mounted on hours
the hours stacked on tears
the memories packed in lonely
the what was and what will never be
mingled in ashes, sitting on a table
all that’s left of a life
all that’s left of a love shared
it feels like more
it feels like less
it feels like forevermore
I remember and sometimes
wish I didn’t, happy memories
blanketed in the sadness
of never making more
all ended one day in May
ordinary turned tragic
it feels like everything
and nothing and something more
it feels unfinished
like the goodbye not spoken
like the kiss not given
the night not reached
it feels buoyant
like a balloon escaped
like a winged bubble
