Not A Poem/ Bone-deep Grief
“I know I have lost him,” She says, drawing a shuddering breath as she paces the room.
“I know, because every single thing about him that I loved, that brought me joy, now grieves me. I am grieved. I am grieved by the way his smile reached his blue eyes, and the way...
“I know, because every single thing about him that I loved, that brought me joy, now grieves me. I am grieved. I am grieved by the way his smile reached his blue eyes, and the way...