Still in grief

 You haven't gone yet 

You never did right???

You left a part of yourself with me

Not for nothing at the end can there be this light...

I hear someone leaving this world 

My heart starts rooting for you again 

The efforts of time to have passed, all  seem to be in vain.

After the tears dry up I recollect myself again....

Again.... Only to break a little more violently for the next time..

Yelling screaming, weeping looking for some new mime....

If I had to put up with the pain of your leaving....may be ....may be I could have pulled it...

How do I deal with your memories that come and then threaten to go once more I am at the end of my wit...

Navigating my way to fight this grief 


I find myself lost again as grieving for you brings you back momentarily that's where lies my relief 


Amita Joshi 






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