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Grief In Stages
And in your death my soul is tethered
A presence yet unsevered
Tragic loss not well weathered
Empty in your absence
Unspeakable resurgence
And implausible resilience
Suffering in silence
As none can console
Not within control
An altering of the soul
Never again to be whole
And not meant to be
Of this I will agree
Although did not foresee
The depth of change in me
Expected not the gain
That which was my bane
Affords comfort in the pain
As it assures me you remain
And in your death my soul is tethered
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Melanie Cox
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