I get so busy in and out
All the things I do all day
Making meals and stacking bills
Taking orders and filling gaps
I’ll go so long without a twinge
Make it days without a thought
When I forget I do remember
Nowadays I don’t feel so guilty
I know it’s normal to move on
I’m suppose to be ok now right?
All I have managed since you left
the tears have run dry now you see
But sometimes when I least expect
I’ll l double over pain inside
I’ll find I need a brace to stand
The gravity of force I entirely lose
It’s exactly what you can’t describe
A vacuum inside your very soul
Takes you down from just one string
Pulls you inward till you die
Then suddenly like nothing changed
Your upright again and breathing fine
They call it grief but no one knows
How much it sits there by the door
Watching, waiting for you to forget
So it can suck you dry with guilt
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