Without a Word. When Grief Is A Silent Embrace.

She sobbed into my chest
and loss sent an arrhythmia
I once knew.

Between beats, regrets thrummed
over the irregular thoughts.
Synapse stuttered memories.

She lost her friend without a goodbye.
My mother whispered,
“Hold her for a while.”

For Monica

Sometimes just a hug will do.

Comments

  1. Hugs to Jerry — and to all!

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