In the experience of loss gives the form of grief that can and will weigh heavy. Playing into the idea of you don’t miss someone until they’re gone.
That’s not true. You always miss them it just went unsaid. It was evident in the tightness of hugs and the long conversations.
The embedded sadness lingered in future plans. You remember the last time together.
How joyous they were. Smiling ear to ear while bringing me into her embrace. I assumed nothing was wrong.
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Hello! My name is Iris Fae. Nature, Poetry, and my Rabbit, Rico, are my favorite things. Writing began as a hobby but I desire it more as a career. The ability to be expressive with words and create images has always been so fascinating.
