Grief comes in waves
A trigger of a memory
A word or two heard in passing
Thoughts of them come to you
Trespassing your mind
You can’t help it, you find
You love those memories, but they make you sad
Bittersweet, you feel bad
Guilty that you don’t want the memories, guilty you think of them
Moving on is difficult because it hurts again and again
Any little trigger will make you think of those
Who are in the heavens, those whose death caused you woes
But you know that you love them and happy memories you did share
But why does it have to hurt so much?
When they are no longer there?
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