“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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“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!
Jenny, A to Z Challenge, heworeflannel.com
Thanks, Jenny!