Grief

 

She was so sad
to see the end of
something beautiful
and familiar, she
stapled all the fallen
leaves back on to
the autumn trees.
She’s not deranged
or anything like that,
though it looks that way;
just caught up in the
disorienting pain
of grief, which for
many, finds comfort
in trying to hold on to
that which has gone.
Spring won’t bring
those leaves back, but
it might ease the pain
a little; perhaps.

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