grief knows what makes you tick
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I am never without it
I might as well talk with it
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it tells me
you have lost
but I’m here
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my grief belongs to me
but I introduce it to everyone I meet
without saying a word
it makes itself known in my face
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people ignore my face
people ignore what I’ve lost
people see only half my face
and I take my grief
and walk away
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my grief makes you uncomfortable
because you are unaccompanied by grief
Croque-Melpomene 