There are no expiration dates to grief.
One sometimes thinks it’s done
and it returns to reassert itself.
Though the memories it elicits may be vague
it has a way of hanging on —
sometimes for life.
It’s interwoven in your history
and best be not denied.
Friends may counsel you: FORGET — BE STRONG.
They’re wrong to hasten you away from sorrow
that was spawned beneath the shadow of a shattered love.

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