When the memorials are over,
flowers have wilted
and calls fall less frequently
while belongings
of the lost
loved one
linger.
photos
lie about
like fresh memories
months go by
and urges to call
hug
talk,
remain
and
realizations
that those things
are no longer possible
mourning comes,
through smiles
and laughs,
tears fall
silent at night
years pass,
before
memories
dry
but in time...
lingering loss,
lasting love
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