It Still Hurts

It still hurts, you know

You're gone, the world moves on

But...it still hurts

Never again will I see that smile

Hear that laughter; your zest and zeal

It may sound overplayed or cliched

But, since you're gone

The world is a little dimmer, a little less bright

As hard as I pretend

That you're not gone

You're just beyond the river

In the city, as ever

I will have to face the reality

You're gone and it hurts

But for today

You're alive; I just can't see you

It's hard keeping you alive

In my head, in my heart

It still hurts

It still hurts

Missing you

I still feel

Shame, blame

I didn't visit

Make time

I neglected you

The family

Now, you're gone

I'm lost

I can't make up

For lost time

There are no more

Next weeks and next times

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Part of the grieving process is acceptance

Acceptance allows you to move on

Or, so they say

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What if I don't want to move on?

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Note: Inspired by losing my Nonna, still hurts, even now.