I’ve noticed that now
- after 2 years
It’s not so intense
When my father is mentioned
There is no longer a
Lightning bolt of pain
Shocking my heart
Instead there is only
A dull ache
A small void that feels
No happiness
But remains only
A familiar, tugging loss
Weighing down a piece of my soul.
Although my grief
Is no longer so sharp & noticeable,
So shockingly fresh
It is, nonetheless,
Still there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem