Grief

My grief is heavy today. There is no-one to tell though. The clock on my grief stopped long ago. No-one wants to hear it. It's old news. Everyone has moved on. He did too. 

As the time passes the emptiness gets heavier and heavier.. And no-one realises that sometimes that grief is as raw as the day when it happened. 

He seems to be doing fine. Do I wish we talked about it? Of course. Will we? Probably not. As I said, the clock on my grief stopped long ago. No-one wants to hear it. It's old news. Everyone has moved on. Especially he did. 



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