The hole

When something special 
slips out of our fingers

When something precious
slips away from our eyes

we get worried
for that little while


What if it left forever
something special
something precious
gone forever

what would you do then?
that little hole that is left in your heart
that corrodes with each drop of pain
like acid on your skin

would you be able to handle it?
Live with it? Without it?

That is not possible

when you lose something
You lose a bit of yourself with it

That is life

And eventually
when we lose all those little bits of ourselves...
life ends

That's how grief works...
when  we have experienced too much of it
it swallows us whole
and we disappear

The End

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