Past Caring Poem by Mary Champion

Past Caring

When you've lost the best,
the rest
could vaporise
before your eyes,
and you would scarcely register the pain.
When you've lost the first,
the worst
is over and
you realise
there's nothing that will really hurt again.

Thursday, February 13, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: grief
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