Feeling hollow and empty
Like crying in the car
Like watching the storm rise and the smell of rain
Feeling alone, lost
Looking for and hearing that familiar voice
Being the one that things
stop
for
These small steps take us
lead us
eventually
to the place of loss
This is where healing can begin
Hold on to the hands of those that are close
Strong, definite fingers
Speak about the things that matter
Psychobabble be in the moment
unfortunately so true
hard days
longer nights
never get easier
just less dense with emotion
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