I feel for your loss, I have experienced before.
My heart ripped out of my body and feel the pain left behind.
An invisible force,
Blood flows in all directions.
It keeps beating,
The heart alive and black.
The body’s heat is warm to touch, and rigid with rigor mortis
The soul has light that slips the cracked vessel; shattered.
Understanding is a lie a created to make us human.
I am not you and your loss if your gift.
It vibrates through your skin.
I am not you and your pain is not mine.
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Ah loss, a most terrible affliction, I do hope your words give you some remedy and solace to these woeful recounts, as a man who has weathered many decades I can indeed reassure thee that with time- and sometimes maybe a great deal of it required, even some of the deepest wounds can heal over.