A poem about Grief

Grief can be the smell of a flower

Grief can be the dust on your shelf that you won't wipe away

Grief can be in the shape of a waterfall of gentle smoke

Grief will hide in yellow cars, tents, music and rivers

Grief will strap goggles to your face in the shape of roses that's essence is your memories

Grief is a lonely spirit collecting a library of lost love

Grief will guide you too them in your dreams and be there when you wake up alone

Grief is loves best friend

Grief will knock on the door and sit in their chair

Grief will do this as a kindness so the space is still filled with something

Grief will come back as many times as you need

If you don't answer the door to grief it will climb in through your window and place itself on the smell of your flowers.

(This is my first time on here so thank you for reading 😊)

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