August 9, 2021

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

I am that little girl

Waking up

It hasn’t changed

Closing my eyes

It hasn’t changed

Through the days

So many things

Creeping in

And out

I am that little girl

Sitting and waiting

Forever

For

You

Published by Doree

Grief Out Loud. Art. Life

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