
I sense a shadowy echo
On peripheral of my grief
Attributed more to others
Who’s long since left me
Before darkness did befall
I hear well-meaning people
Sputter in their platitudes
Not realizing at all they do
Insensitively make it worse
Still, I’ll remain charitable
And carry this extra burden
How ironic they do believe
I should forget my memories
Of the very loved one I loss
Pretend life is good again
Move on, move past them
Compartmentalize emotion
As if they were just a thought
To be forgotten from now on
Yes, they do insult love itself
In my full understandment
Of what love should depict
But then again, it might be
They’ve never loved anyone
Let alone… unconditionally
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Poet of the Light © 2021