You're not gone for good. Just gone out of my life.
You're alive, hopefully well
Yet why do I feel the grief of death?
I hold onto your belongings like they are the last thing left of you.
In a way, they are.
For me, at least.
It feels like you died.
But you haven't.
You have simply forgotten me.
I grieve for months on no end.
But you don't miss me.
Not like how I miss you.
Is this why I'm feeling the grief of death?
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Poems
PoetryTrigger warning!!!! Almost nothing in here will be happy. After all, that's not a common feeling for me
