GRIEF Poem: She Died Yesterday, by Cliff Turner

She died yesterday
A heart problem
The physical kind
shovelled onto the metaphorical
We shared one night
years ago Buried
in non-chronological memory
Valueless
hollow, coffin-like intimacy
Empty sex
The kind reserved for the lonely
the desperate
the dead
A feeble attempt
to cling briefly to humanity
Now she clings no more
and I am numb to her passing
Simple guilt of feeling nothing
She died yesterday
A heart problem

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