It is known that there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Yet what about the prelude to them all?
What about the years I have been grieving over someone as they grin gleefully in unawareness right next to me?
I feel as if the anxious anticipation of what will assuredly come is as painful as what inevitably will.
This overwhelming sense of dread must count for something right?
There must be a sixth stage to this sorrow.
Tag: Loss
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I don't know how you did it, but I do understand why. Your pain made death look better, than trying to stay alive.
The Last
I like to think that you think about me too, but deep down I know I am the last person on your mind when you go to sleep at night. You rest soundly, while I struggle to close my eyes.
Fogged
Like steam to
my bathroom mirror
you are becoming
fogged over…
And even when I
try to clear your haze…
there’s only a
temporary exposure.
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