Untitled Musings on Grief - part 1
A sonnet
I can feel the glistening tear clinging
to the corner of my eye. A surprise
as I try to hold it back while sitting
at my desk. I continue to comprise
the email I was writing before I
was overwhelmed with memories of your
voice. It’s the feel of sun from a blue sky
but recalling this during a downpour
on a chilly autumn day. I don’t know
why I’m so overcome in this moment,
it’s been nine years and my therapy so
far has been helping with this component
of unprocessed grief. And yet, I still fear
listening to voicemails saved all these years.
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Kim Loostrom
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Comments (5)
Congrats on Top Story!🥳🥳🥳
Congratulations 🎉🎉🎉💐💐 for top story , a fascinating scene full of creative thoughts
Shit this hits hard very good 🌟
I found this really touching. Nice to have but I can understand your hesitancy.
What a blessing to have those voicemails! I’m sure you’ll listen when you’re ready. It’s nice to know they are there.