Sometimes,
no,
all the time,
grief
sucks.
It feels like
void,
absence,
unfulfilled promise,
.
.
.
love,
and that love
is where
the life of the one
missing,
missed,
takes up residence
and transforms
our process
of becoming.

- bshivers

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