UnRelentingly

 
 
 
I (still) cannot tolerate the fact that she's  
                             dead.                 Gone forever.  
Over two years.                   4thofjuly2018,  
31 years old.  
God  
g'odd               why         did this              happen?  
 
Simple:  
            Every Body Dies.    All beings.  All ages.  
Every sentient Thing Dies.         Get used to it.  
                               She's gone.               Let her go.  
(You're going soon,  daddy DaDa.)
 
And still....And still.....And still......  
              The grief/pain/horror           of it All  
                                                    goes on & on & on.  
 
                                            Relentless.  
 
Overseeing every thought/emotion      that    has   ever      
                                         been "me".  
 
                                            Relentless.  
 
 
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