The extacy of grief,
sweet,
as it lashes my face,
with tastes of salt and sorrow.
It won,
prevailed and taunts us,
with the lack of you.
So many things,
undone tasks,
things now which will never be.
This new day has come
and your not here,
but it's clear,
that I love you.
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