Grief

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Stages of Grief


Sometimes I hear a song

That I yearn to share.

Sometimes I have a project

And I feel it’s so unfair.

Sometimes I need advice

The grief is too much to bear.


Other times I remember

My love of music is due to you.

Other times I recall

You gave me many tools.

And then I am reminded

Grief fades and joy shines through.


Forgetfulness 


I forgot to say I love you

That last time we spoke

And now I’ll never get

The chance 

To say those few simple words

But that moment of forgetfulness 

Had a positive result

Because now I remember not

To just to say the words

But to show that love

Every day

And to express how my love

For you

Has filled me and has

Spilled into the lives

Of so many others

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