Angel K Will

Grief is a slow drip.
drip.
drip.

People deal with it differently.
differently.
differently.

What am I supposed to say…
when asked “how are you doing?”
doing?
doing?

My standard reply is “good.”
“good.”
“good.”

I know I’ll get by.
by.
by.

The sun will shine again tomorrow.
tomorrow.
tomorrow.

I choose to believe that’s true.
true.
true.

But for now, grief feels like a slow drip.
drip.
drip.

-akw-

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