Poem of Grieving
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Sometimes the best people are taken from us, but we don’t know why.
Through our grieving, through our pain, we must remember that this is not goodbye.
I can close my eyes some nights and picture everything, feel everything.
It’s so serial sometimes that I can actually feel the tears running down my face.
One life begins as another ends.
One man breaks as others bend.
We knew it was near
The signs were clear
And now we all must mend.
Grief migrates through my body
like a flock of weighted birds
set to land on the moon.
