Grief bites I thought you knew.
Thought you knew that leaving was not you.
Leaving without saying goodbye,
without explaining why
was unacceptable.
Grief steals taking joy leaving pain.
Leaving pain, tears like rain.
Tears raining, soaking my spirit,
a spirit that once lived for you
Is now dead,
Grief bites like rain.
Wet and then dries.
Disappearing when the sun rises
as if it was never there.
Grief bites like wine.
Leaving behind a bitter taste
and a stain like memories.
Like taunting.
Grief hurts, it leaves us bare I thought you knew.
Thought you’d never go without saying goodbye.
Grief is that last sip of Rosé or
Chardonnay.
I drained the glass for you; my last testament
that I loved you when you were here and
I Love you more now that you’re gone.
Cheers to the memory of you!
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About the Creator
Cynthia Fields
I adore words and I love what happens when we grab them, sleep with them, holler and scream and laugh at them! I love what happens when we throw them in the air and watch them fall magically from our minds onto paper!
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