Men call this mourning
But, it is the morning
Of the first day without you
The Morning
Of the rest of my days
With your company away
The morning of your company
With crystals and flowers
The Morning
Of you at peace
And me in grief
Let's say; A Terrible Mourning Morning
(The Cub To The Seven Gods)
©Onyedikachi
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Loss is that great tragedy of life, I have been there too. I hope that your friends are true and come when needed. We never lose the love but time does help heal a wounded heart.