She's gone.
It hurts.
No number of words will change that.
No amount of activity will remove that
From every thought.
I read in a stupid book that we grieve
Not for the ones lost
But for ourselves.
I read in a beautiful prayer
May all beings abide in equanimity
Free from attachment and aversion
That hold some close and others distant.
I held her close and now she's distant.
She's gone.
It hurts.
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