A poem I wrote for Harper out of grief and terrible pain

Pictures on walls and flowers in vasesclothes that smell of you, stay in dark casesavoiding at all costs, the questions that comenot wanting the pain, I welcome the numbto say that I miss you doesn’t even beginto explain the emptiness i’m feeling withinperfect you came, now perfect you aredancing on moonbeams and swinging on starsI’ll […]

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