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I didn’t die
I didn’t die
the day you left
that was the first
and biggest surprise
I didn’t see
how I could go on
without the warmth of your smile
and the sunshine
from your eyes
I don’t call
you told me not to
and I only send a message
when I find a credible excuse
sometimes
but not often
you reply
from a cool distance
busy at work
you say
or
getting warmer now
I know now I won’t ever
get over this
I’m not even sure
I’ll get through it
but at least
I didn’t die
the day you left
I just stopped living
WOW-good.
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I do like ‘WOW’!
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I’m so glad–you probably get a lot of them 🙂
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It’s sadly true about this stop living thing when living with grief and loss. A very touching poem!
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It can feel that way, sad to say.
Thanks, Cassa
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You have the gift of quietly expressing universal truths in beautiful, and heart-breaking, language.
Powerful poem.
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Thanks, Jenne
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