Building memories


    without you


    feels like not having


    all the bricks


    or any mortar.


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    I keep seeing


    you


    through the spaces


    and the cracks


    that you would


    occupy


    if


    you were here.


    Grief is hard. It is hard to sit in and feel it. My first instinct is to run, but I have learned, grief can’t be out run. It can be numbed for a while, but it always surfaces and demands to be dealt with. How I deal with it is important. Writing this poem helped ease the pain some. Creative expression offers a place to sort and identify and reveal what I feel and what I think. Dear Reader, if there is someone that your heart is missing. My heart goes out to you.