After a Friend’s Death
Grief is like the ocean; it comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim. Vicki Harrison
One sip of coffee.
I ask it to wash away chaos
inside my head, to stop yesterday
from flooding the kind of memories
that jolt reality, to cause a friend’s dead fingers
to move again.
Outside, the wind stops
as if it understands.
All moments end.
I recall making my friend laugh.
A story about childhood innocence.
Now may I hold onto that memory
at least for the next moment.
terrypetersen 
🙏💕Sent from my iPhone
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I’m sorry for your c loss, Terry!!
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