I was trying to find a nice way to describe grieving. I wanted to be one of those articulate people who make loss sound beautiful and inevitable, but I find I can not. It may not mean much to some of you, while others will know exactly what I mean and how I feel. Someone “accidentally” deleted over 30 songs I’d written to MS Word. Sure, it’s not flesh & blood being and yeah I have my health and of course I’ll write others but really are YOUR children interchangeable?
Tonight I mourn. I mourn the death of words never spoken in the open. I mourn. I mourn that part of my heart and soul I’ll never get back. I feel like an alzheimer’s patient trying to catch a memory, too distinct to be anything but elusive.
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