your memory; it is hollow ash upon my tongue because you are dead again as I wake with tears clung to my lashes. You are dead again in my arms, and I miss you. Missing you is all I am good for these days. (3/3) #poetry #grief #pets #writing

Old enough to know what griefs cool hand upon my head is like; the touch sweet as it sinks down to my bones and calcifies. It is a friend I will never lose for there is no fixing this. Even in the best of dreams where they are good and kind and you are still alive, even with the joy of (2/3)

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