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Click hereDeath’s cold and clammy hand
The relations gather, to disperse eternal
Ambling away like ants across
A rough plain, thirsting for rain
It is like this with us, you see
Bittersweet farewell, scattering us
The ground aching to be wet with tears
That can not come because I know it's right
Yet still I mourn inside my heart
The sharpness of a pain for what was not to be
Stillborn emotions, now lost
Leaving behind numbness and self-doubt
Death is a separation that often has those left behind longing for their beloved. When my family member died, I was experiencing the longing for someone who had left me. As I drove the 10 hours back home following the funeral, I was full of emotions and created this poem as I reflected on these 2 griefs I had in my heart and how they shared so much.