a - grief

The loneliness grips her,
holding her in place.
Unable to move forward
from this suffocating space.
Memories stab and cut,
causing wounds that run deep.
She tries hard to forget
all the things making her weep.
Her future’s uncertain,
unable to see a way out.
The pain is so overwhelming,
she’s left with no doubt.
No one can ever replace him,
there’s a hole left in his place.
Too big to escape from,
each time she remembers his face.

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