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Certification of Departure
I wish these pills prescribed could give me a hug
I wish they could turn into someone who’s gone that I loved Instead they’re a thin throw, blanketing the pain I keep of you from dropping to negative zero and below Mom got the paper confirming your exit from the vessel in which you embodied while being physically present That reopened the pain I hold for you and
I can only imagine what she’s feeling and going through
Untucked, she too is cold. I feel the sadness creeping in
It’s looming over me again, trying to consume me whole It’s the very sadness I started to meditate on for release to let go. I saw your face when I left this place for a more calming mental space
But now I’m losing the joy as grief is sneaking in to replace any connection, where I try to keep you alive in my mind.
Why is this pain so unwavering
I assume it’s because I loved you unconditionally So, making peace with your indefinite absence has been
Challenging to say the least, as I can only Work on mending our past earthly issues
With a ghost from my dreams Afterlife healing, while still living, is how I will mend our loose and torn seams and yeah, it's just a paper with a date of your death and the way your soul left to us it’s a reminder that will forever leave paper cuts.
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Sierra Mazzucca
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