The Gentle Rhythms Of Grief
She left her study untidy.
Not typical.
Not at all.
She left her plants to die.
That is unlike her.
Unlike her.
I just heard her voice.
I know I did.
I did not.
So, what was your reason for leaving like that?
Were you in pain?
I know you were.
I was willing to lend you my strength.
All that I had.
I see now.
She left her books on the kitchen table.
That's really not like her.
Not at all.
Everything collapsed when you left.
Everything.
I'm picking up the pieces.
She did not disappear.
She did not vanish.
She just left.
What is this?
Every day filled with numbing pain.
Life is grand.
But not like this.
Since your departure, I lost all my wishes.
What really am I feeling?
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