Category: Friends
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What Lasts
Lovely laugh lasts,Past the part where the party ends,And the end of a friend’s laughter lastsUntil the last time I think of himWhich is neverNever-ending last laugh lovely as it lastsThe sound of the ground surrounds the moundWhere has he gone?And for how long?Forever he lasts and laughs the passed pastAnd grasps the hasp, Loosens…
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This Grief Is Not A Tool
This grief is not a tool that accomplishesNot a shovel that digs a deeper holeThis grief just isConstantly is Like the cup fallen from my handWhen I swear I was being carefulIt can’t be put back together, though I’ve triedCan’t hold the drink it once heldCan’t bring back the friendship that presented itself to me…