Grief Doesn't Wait for a Date

In the grocery aisle.

A shared joke.

A quiet morning.

 

The second mug.

A voicemail saved.

Handwritten notes.

 

Mail addressed.

The Polaroids.

The painting.

 

An unexpected song.

 

Grief doesn’t wait for anniversaries.

It lives in the moments left behind.

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