The Grammar of Grief

My breath catches when i have to use your name And I find myself reaching forward with my tongue and backward with my lips Like a game where the absence of presence in the present is due to the presence of absence in the past Is was better? or Was is better? Either way, they …

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These Tender Things [51216]

  These are the tender things. Smell Sweet Scents & Sweeter Thoughts Imagine this: You're walking down the main street of your town, talking in the sights, sounds, and smells. You're admiring the way sunlight gleams off the second floor windows, the chiming of the clock tower at the end of the road, and the way …

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