r.i.p.

i carry my grief lightly on my shoulder.

see how it sits.

we don’t talk much now

but the leaves are fading again

and grief still tastes the same.

i’m a year older and my hair color has changed.

my heart still beats its old rhythm.

i started a new journal

and experienced life like only the living can.

you’re still the same.

still here.

i’ve learned a lot and not that much at all

it seems.

tears still feel the same on my cheek.

there are more shoulders i’ve cried on now.

the same people still care.

we came out alright.

Reviews

[PoeticSorcery]

it's always good to get these feelings out, it's like a pep talk for ourselves.

[Paul Bell]

Never quite believed that time is a great healer. But i suppose it's all we've got.
Life goes on. I suppose it does, and you catch up at some point.