Today
Today, a young boy
Told me that his dog had died
And we sat together
Separated by forty years
And shared the pain
Grief is the most peculiar friend
At first, an enemy
A thug who has knocked you down
And kicked your teeth in
This feeling is so alien
That it can only be assault
But the longer you live
The more we meet grief
And after it has worked us over
A time or two
We find that it stays with us
In those lost spaces
Reminding us of what we had
Through tears and stillness
Thoughts
Loss is inevitable the longer you live and the more you love. There are no words only that shared connection through grief. Hopefully there is someone who can sit with you in your hour of need so that one day you can also sit with them.
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