Grief wrapped around me last night,
reminding me of the hardest ache
I’ve learned to live with. I curled
into the bend of the couch, recalling
silly things and finding solace
in the way the night moves.
Loss has lent itself to our family
in the same season it visited last;
the evening makes the same sounds
as it did then: crickets and cicadas
in the distance, cars crawling past
our homes—as if life is to carry on
the way it always does.
Originally published at Poppy Road Review – 3/16/15
Rachel Nix 
So sorry. I hope you’re better now
This was quite a while back, but there’s always an underlying ache, as there is with any important loss. Thank you, dear. ❤
Best wishes and prayers for you. Don’t worry, he/she is smiling down from heaven
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