I can’t quite
accept the fact
that he was
and isn’t any more
nor can I grasp
how those
who’ve loved so well
can deal with losses
greater than mine —
who seem able to accept
better than I
what has been taken from them.
That the Lord gives
and takes away
may be how it is
but I abhor it
and rile against it.
Anger sometimes
drives my grief
and saps my gratitude
for what was
and isn’t anymore.

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