Grief Pt. 1

I perfected the practice of living in blackness
This smile of plastic
They ask why I'm distracted and obsessed with sadness
but I hold my tongue.
They can't fathom an emptiness of the gut
or the only joy being a bite of tobacco in the lungs.
Spring has Sprung,
You Rest in Peace.
whilst we puddle into pieces
puzzled by all of the missing pieces.
How could you leave us?

Sawyer S.

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