Is it the wave of sadness
that crashes the moment
my favorite film ends?
Is it me laughing
only to realize
how far I have come,
and how far behind
my old self has stayed?
Is it me losing interest
in my favorite song,
the melody fading
before I’m ready to let go?
Is it the silence
after I quit trying,
when my effort disappears
into its own echo?
Is it the ache
of letting their words bruise me,
while I smile instead,
just so they never taste
the hurt I already carry?
Or is grieving
something else entirely,
a shadow I can’t name,
a mirror I dare not face?
~Cloie
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Grief has many stages some labeled by Kubla Ross but I believe many more gradations between. Nicely written in question format.
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