They say — everything heals with time,
That wounds will fade, that scars will soften,
That the ache will loosen its hold,
Like seasons turning, heat to cold.
I say — grief is different.
It doesn’t leave. It learns to live beside you.
It rearranges the furniture of your chest,
Sits quietly in the empty chair at dinner,
Breathes in the spaces you thought you’d filled.
It hits you randomly in the middle of something.
It weaves another world of phantism.
A world where everything is the same.
He's there, living, eating, working, sleeping and enjoying with us.
Suddenly —
Reality hits.
Time doesn’t erase it.
Time teaches it to be gentle.
Time teaches me to carry it without breaking.
So I don’t wait for it to disappear.
I wait for the day I can hold it
And still laugh. Still breathe. Still love.
And call that healing.
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Published:
June 1st, 2026 10:07
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Comments3
A poem that makes the distinction between pain and grief over loss. Nicely worded
Thankyou so much 🤍
You are most welcome Nitya
Nicely said.
Thankyou so much 🤍
So trueeee, grief never leaves,
On a random tuesday I sit and tears fall in memories of loved ones...
Good write
You are absolutely right. It hits you suddenly in the middle of work or anywhere. It is really painful.
Thankyou so much 🤍
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