Sweet Grief

I savor the thunder storm of tears

as I remember

the engulfing warmth of your arms

around my being

caressing my soul.

I savor the sobs

that echo through the home we built

as I fail to sleep

next to your

abandoned pillow.

I savor the loneliness

in the cacophony of television

covering the void

of presence we had

quietly together.

I savor missing the

returning home to

the void of your sound,

 your smell,

your being.

I savor the emptiness remaining

after shared humor

Shared days

Shared sorrows

Shared lives.

For the only path to

avoid the grief

is to not have met,

to not have loved

to not have melded our existence.

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