dear grief – 10

dear grief,

if every soul shall taste death,
then you are its kneading hands,
mourning, the aftertaste,
regret, is the illness that never relents.

I have swallowed you,
even before he died,
but its mourning,
that never leaves my mouth,
regret, that regurgitates.

W.E.

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