Tonight

And tonight I am just a prayer waiting in line to be heard.

-conversations with the moon

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Grieving 

No one tells you how grief works. It doesn’t end with the funeral. It comes back in seasons and sits comfortably in your lap, palms and heart.You know this sadness it taste the same every year. Some days when you think of her you smile and others you weep your tears dry.You pull the weeds and they grow again. It nevers end. Grief is the ex lover that calls every now and then.