Grief
With grief there is no future
Just a single desire, remains
To stand tall, in a series of moments
Until your mortality, feels normal
And the reaper, returns
To being a stranger
There is never a right time
No amount of preparation
Can see you through
Reality is in the middle, in the way
A story, can no longer be shared
Laughter, will not be bringing us to tears
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