Responsibilities managed,

new routines forged and functioning,

Fear has moved on,

Vacating, uncluttering my thoughts.

Grief fills the empty spaces, uninvited.

Ah, there you are,

Spilling down my cheeks,

afresh and irregular.

Loss and longing

Taking up residence,

Walking around the house,

comfortable in every room.

I knew you’d come,

Once I had space.

How long will you stay?

My dearest, closest friend.

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