“I’ve come to terms with you,” I said, looking away.
It had taken me a while to do so. Grief said nothing, and watched me walk ahead.
A year after that, I saw Anna’s favorite movie again, the one we would always watch together.
“I never really left,” said Grief, slipping silently down my cheeks.
This post is inspired by the Write Tribe Festival of Words (March 2019). The prompt for 10th March is GRIEF.
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Vinay Leo R.
10. 03. 2019
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
“I’ve never really left.” This says it all!
Thank you, Sunita.
The Grief really doesn’t go anywhere. They linger on as memories. That is what keeps us human I guess.
(Jyothi recently posted… 7 – Grief)
Definitely, Jyothi. I think so too.
So poignant! Such depth of emotions in so few words!! Well written, Vinay.
(Esha M Dutta recently posted… Grief | #Writebravely)
Thanks, Esha.
Coming to terms with grief is easier said than done. With passage of time it may become little less intense but takes ages to turn blunt.
Thanks, Anagha. Yes. Takes ages to get blunt. I know from personal experience.
Very nice
Thank you Onkar!
Your short poem actually told volumes about grief. Beautiful!
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Thanks, Jenny!