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.