Prompt #17

grief is everywhere
I swear it oozes from the walls
it’s in the slump of shoulders
the shuffle of steps
the slowing of cognition

grief is everywhere
in my dreams
in my therapists’ office
in my husbands arms
in the eyes of my sons

grief is everywhere
the air in my lungs
the beat of my heart
the constant leak of tears
the memories that fill my mind from side to side

it’s in the urn
in the wildflower bouquet
in the lit candle
in the pictures everywhere
grief is everywhere

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