offers no peace
for the living.
Sentiments profusely offered
well-meaning to soften the blow
fall on deaf ears
plugged with the question ---
Have we done
everything we can?
A hand plunged into an empty room,
save for careworn books
and a bottle of calming oil,
fails to answer ---
What is the average amount
of time needed to accept
the loss of someone
dearly loved?
All the unnecessary steps
we take to convince ourselves
enough is enough
flitter uselessly in the sea of people
bearing one face ---
that of who we lost.
---
Because I see her everywhere.
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