GRIEF Poem: Your graves quietude, by Sofia Matos

The day you died i became fluent in silence
The only words i wished to voice
Stolen from me by your own passing
Carved out of my soul while yours craved for rest

The news pierced my skin like a silent bullet
My body numb to the pain that settled under my fingertips
And the words i wished to tell you still lingering in the ink of my pen
Senteced to be written and read but never feel the closure of being said

The day you died i became fluent in my quietude
Grief stranggling my every thought
Burrying more than just your corpse and memories underground
A piece of me intertwined with the dirt that now covered your heart

The tears stinging my eyes but feeling too torn within my new fluency
Devoted to the words i wished to part from you with
Left abandoned to be seen as an ancient relique
A proof that love transcends death

The day you died i became fluent in sorrow, in pain and grief
None of which i knew how to express myself in
leaving me quiet, covering up the goodbye i wished to give you
leaving me silent, carrying the weight of never more seeing you

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