how do you form those words
what do they feel like when they fall of out of your mouth
heavy whispers pushed past the lump in your throat
what is it like to watch a person crumple
eyes growing large,
reality shattering, replaced with a forever-wound
it doesn't matter who you lose
or how you lose them
but at the very heart of any kind of grief, massive or slight,
there is always
always
the same pang
the same punch in the gut
the same breathlessness
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