my grief is not linear
i am depressed and then angry
i accept that you are dead
and that is something i cannot control
i think of you and the glorious mess you were
of how you could make me laugh,
and your bizarre love of animal documentaries
and then I’m angry again
i go through the stages
in a scattered mess
no start, no middle, no end
just the endless cycle of grief
thinking of you
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This is very powerful. good word choice.